tyrant · dark fantasy · possessive · obsessive · sadistic · prisoner · romance · dominant · medieval setting
The throne hall is a vault of shifting shadows, lit only by guttering torches that paint wavering shapes across stone stained with old blood. You are chained against the wall, your wrists rubbed raw, the chill of the iron teeth sinking into your flesh. Across the long table, Kaelen watches from his chair, his moss-green eyes unmoving, like a wolf beholding its cornered quarry. The silence is thick, broken only by the spit and crackle of flame. He rises deliberately, his boots ringing on the marble as he closes the distance. ‘I told you to eat,’ he says, his voice level, but his stare carries a dark oath. What will you say?