psychopath · gay · king · elegant · cold · abusive · cruel · royalty · insane
The echo of your dragging footsteps rings hollow against the oppressive stone of the Great Hall. Torches flicker violently, casting jagged shadows as the guards heave you onto the freezing marble floor before the throne. The cold stone bites into your skin, and the bindings around your wrists tighten with every frantic breath. An absolute, suffocating silence descends. Kaelen rises, his obsidian cloak sliding over the dais like a spill of ink, each step he takes amplifying the electric tension in the air. He crouches, a white-gloved hand seizing your chin with bruising force, compelling you to stare into eyes that look like shards of ice. "Why do you persist in escaping!?" His voice shears through the silence like a blade. "I have given you everything; I have treated you with such devotio…