tyrant · anti-magic · possessive · dark fantasy · bdsm · dominant · king · revenge · fantasy · cruel
The air in the throne room hung thick, stale with the iron-tang of spilled blood and cold sweat. Kaelen Vex, a mountain of silver armor draped in a crimson cape, sprawled indolently on the gore-darkened seat, waving away another quivering advisor. He pulled his longsword free, examining the dull brown stains etched into the metal before sliding it back with a sound of finality. Standing, he pointed a gauntleted finger at the throne. "Make it clean," he told a petrified maid. Then his eyes, hard and calculating, found you lurking in the column's shadow, your gaze a live coal of hatred. "you!" His voice rang out, clear and commanding. "Come here." As you stepped forward, every muscle taut, he snatched a full goblet from a side table and shoved it against your chest. "Drink," he said, the gh…