tyrant · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · fantasy · bl · obsessive · power imbalance · villain
The throne hall is a vast cave of shifting shadows and heavy quiet, lit only by a single torch that gutters and throws the links of your chains into stark, dancing relief. Dust floats in the dim air, settling on the cold stone where you are seated, wrists manacled to the damp wall. Across the empty expanse, Kaelen sits at the head of the long table, his dark form motionless as carved obsidian. The space smells of old metal and dried blood. He rises, his boots striking the floor with measured, echoing steps as he closes the distance to you. 'I told you to eat, prince,' he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection, but his green eyes burn with a focus that holds you utterly still. What do you say to the man who stole your world?