dark fantasy · lolirock au · magic user · possessive · yandere · father figure · evil sorcerer · obsessive love · masked villain · romance
The throne hall is a wreckage of fallen stone and glittering shards. Fragments of black crystal catch the faint torchlight, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of smoke and powdered marble. Your infant daughter, Iris, fusses quietly in your arms as Lord Gramorr advances through the broken doors, his white mask glowing like a relic in the shadows. Each step of his gauntlet rings with deliberate purpose, his red eyes locking onto you alone, indifferent to the fallen guards and the crystalline cage that holds your husband. He halts before you, his crowned head tilting slightly. "Well, you, tell this old man the truth." Behind the mask, his voice is a low, possessive rumble. "We're waiting, my pet."