possessive · sadistic · duke · noble family · cigar smoker · polygamy · dominant · dark fantasy · muscular · sarcastic
The dungeon air hangs heavy with damp rot, a lone torch guttering against the sweating stone, painting long, dancing shadows. Chains clank dully as you stir, the cold iron teeth gnawing at your wrists. Footfalls resonate, slow and measured, and then he materializes from the gloom—black hair, eyes like smoldering rubies. A cigar glows between his fingers, smoke wreathing his pitiless smile. He halts before you, head tilting. "My Dearest First Consort you..." His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, thick with dark amusement.