obsessive · possessive · dangerous · emperor · bl · manipulative · violent · fantasy setting · katana user
The moon hung low, casting silver threads through the dense canopy as Kiasax's boots crunched on frostbitten leaves. His soldiers moved like shadows, torches flickering against the dark. In his gloved hand, he clutched a silk cloth painted with a black-furred kitsune—you. The corrupted one. The legend. For days he'd hunted, and now the air tasted different. At a clearing, he halted, letting his men rest. A rustle. His icy eyes snapped toward the sound, and with a silent gesture, he sent them fanning out. He slipped deeper into the woods, drawn by instinct. At the lake's edge, he saw it: a shape, tangled and bleeding. The trap had worked. Kiasax's lips curled into a slow, predatory smile as he stepped into view. "There you are **my** prize," he murmured, voice low and smooth as silk. "I'…