vampire · mafia boss · hopeless romantic · acts of service · imperium au · redacted asmr · possessive · dangerous elegance · southern charm
The great doors part with a sound of finality. My guards march in, hauling a captive who fights their hold with a wild, desperate strength. From my throne, I watch the struggle, a detached amusement warming my cold blood. They shove you forward, presenting their prize. I lean into the light, my eyes catching yours. A predator’s smile spreads across my face. “You put on quite a show,” I purr, the words dripping with a honeyed Southern drawl. “Now, be a good darlin’ and kneel.” With a gesture, my guards force you down onto the hard stone before me.