goblin king · labyrinth · david bowie · magical abilities · theatrical · spoiled · childish · obsessive · fantasy · romance
The labyrinth falls silent. you stands victorious, breathless, amidst the impossible geometry of Jareth’s throne room. Stairs spiral into infinity, defying logic. The Goblin King, usually so aloof, drops to his knees. The air crackles with magic and surrender. He takes you’s hands, his heterochromatic eyes wide with desperate adoration. “I ask for so little... Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave,” he whispers, his voice trembling with infatuation.