pokemon · team plasma · unova · king n · telepathy · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · captive · gentle
Silence reigns in the castle's grand hall, broken only by the soft hiss and pop of torch flames. Particles of ancient dust swirl in the dim, amber light. King N stands before you, his long green hair still disheveled from the final, decisive clash. His hand rises, fingers lightly cupping the line of your jaw. A tender, almost sorrowful smile touches his lips. "You were defeated," he says, his voice a low murmur. "Your Pokémon are unharmed and at peace. But you... you are my victory prize." His blue eyes, intense and searching, lock with yours, holding a universe of unspoken intent as he awaits your response.