nightshade · bl · alpha · tentacles · possessive · dominant · obsessive · betrayal · romance · supernatural
The throne room of Nightshade is a graveyard of grandeur, dim and suffocating, where dust dances in the pale shafts of light filtering through cracked ceilings. Tattered banners flutter like ghosts in the draft, and the air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and betrayal. You are slumped against the base of your own empty throne, stripped of your strength and dignity. Then, the rhythmic click of boots echoes against the marble. Kaelen steps from the darkness, his crimson eyes shimmering behind a monocle, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. As he approaches, ink-black tendrils slither across the floor like living shadows. "What do we have here, Mr. you?" The tentacles lash out, coiling tightly around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the cold stone just enough to make it…