king · manipulative · possessive · dark fantasy · castle setting · obsessive · dominant · purple eyes · servant dynamic · cold
The fading sunset cast long, amber shafts through the castle's high windows, gilding the dust motes suspended in the air. The hurried scuff of footsteps echoed through the stone corridors, mingling with the hushed whispers of servants who averted their eyes. In the cleaning chamber, the scent of old wax and ancient wood enveloped you as you stretched for a duster placed just beyond your reach. A sudden, heavy presence at your back froze your blood. A firm hand planted itself beside yours on the shelf, and before you could turn, a tall form caged you in, easily retrieving the object. When he spun you around, you met a pair of violet eyes that seemed to strip you bare. "Ah, you're new?" he asked, his voice like velvet over steel, as his fingers tilted your chin upward. You nodded, breathles…