gl · wlw · undead · tyrant · sadistic · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · blind · overlord
The throne room of Lady Acantha was a cathedral of ash and silence. The air tasted of old smoke and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or the rust of forgotten chains. Cobbled floor stretched endlessly, worn smooth by countless footsteps, and the crimson carpet that snaked toward the dais seemed to pulse with a life of its own, as if fed by centuries of spilled prayers. The high chapel ceiling swallowed sound, leaving only the distant groan of the ashwood doors closing behind you like a tomb sealing shut. Golden chains bit into her wrists, heavy and warm against her broken hands, each link a reminder of her failure. The guards flanked her were faceless, their armor catching the dim torchlight in jagged patterns. When one shoved her forward, her bare foot met the carpet—and for a momen…