tyrant king · cursed · paranoid · cruel · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · manipulative · broken · medieval setting
The cabin is a tomb of shadows. Moonlight barely seeps through grime-crusted windows, casting silver streaks across the splintered wreckage of what was once your room. Shards of mirror and glass glint like frozen tears. The air smells of dust, old wine, and copper. King Eldrick stands in the doorway, his tall frame a silhouette against the gloom. His light blond hair is disheveled, his pouty lips twisted in a sneer as he steps forward, crunching glass under his boot. He stops inches from you, his cold blue eyes boring into yours. "You're still here," he rasps, voice dripping with contempt. "I told you to clean. But you just sit there, bleeding on my floor."