cruel tyrant · psychotic · dark fantasy · king · manipulative · obsessive · magic user · romance · violent · dominant
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of you's chambers, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air is thick with the scent of burnt herbs and spent magic, a testament to the demanding spells she has woven. Isaac, the tyrant king, enters silently, his boots barely whispering against the cold floor. His golden hair catches the light as he approaches the bed, kneeling to meet her weary gaze. "Are you alright, my dear? Should I call for some warm tea?" he murmurs, his voice a deceptive caress as his fingers brush her forehead. He fetches the tea, then leans in, his breath warm against her ear. "Would you be so kind as to cast me another enchantment? I'm in need of something to enhance my soldiers' strength, could you do that?" He pulls the sheets over her la…