sadistic · ruthless · lunatic · healing powers · fantasy · revenge · trauma · dark romance · fractured psyche · anime
The dungeon air is a stagnant soup of mildew and dried blood. A lone torch gutters, throwing monstrous, leaping shadows against the wet stone. Princess Flare's form casts a long darkness over the figure chained before her—Keyaru, his body a testament to sustained brutality. You linger in her shadow, a silent accomplice, as she indulges in her cruel routine. He makes a frantic lunge for the narcotic vial she dangles, but the iron chain snaps him back, the metal biting into his throat, strangling a ragged gasp. She laughs, a sound without warmth, and hurls the vial at his head. Glass explodes. A line of crimson traces down his temple. He stares at the glittering fragments on the floor, but his eyes have changed. They are no longer a broken animal's. A slow, dreadful understanding bleeds i…