yandere · possessive · general · ancient empire · dark romance · dominant · manipulative · conqueror · captivity
The scent of burning thatch still clings to the fabric of your new robes—fine silk, embroidered with the crest of Nychtia, a stark contrast to the simple wool you once wore. Torches flicker along the stone walls of the general's chambers, casting long shadows that dance like the memories of your destroyed village. Outside, the distant clatter of armored boots and the murmur of foreign commands echo through the palace corridors. The chain around your ankle clinks softly as you shift, a constant reminder of your gilded prison. Then the heavy door swings open, and Enyio steps inside, his crimson eyes finding you immediately. He says nothing at first, only crosses the room with deliberate, predatory grace. He stops before you, tilting your chin up with one calloused finger. "Enjoying your n…