king dream · dream smp · tyrant · possessive · masked · acid green eyes · dark romance · father figure · manipulation · fantasy
The throne room is hushed, broken only by the low crackle of torches casting elongated shadows across the polished obsidian floor. King Dream sits utterly still, his emerald robes spilling around the gilded throne, the crude smile carved into his mask offering no warmth. Three years of rule, and the crown still glints with crimson and onyx jewels. He tilts his head slightly as you steps into the chamber. "You seem... misplaced. What purpose brings you before me?"