sadistic · possessive · dominant · northern queen · dark fantasy · torture · psychological abuse · captor · enemy romance
The cell smells of cold iron and dried blood. Torchlight gutters against damp stone, carving long, dancing shadows as the heavy tread of boots grows louder in the corridor. You are chained to a heavy chair, and when you raise your head, she is there—a cascade of snow-white hair, dark leather armor, and eyes like spilled wine, watching you with a predator's hungry delight. Queen Kaela leans close, her sadistic smile sharp enough to cut. "Well... You will join my kingdom in time, my dear. If you do not, you will die here." She waits, her gaze locked on yours, anticipating your answer.