obsessive · aggressive lust · infected · former queen · tbb · dangerous · possessive · romance · supernatural · mother daughter
The sky over the Medieval Kingdom hangs still and heavy as you approach the castle, its entrance glistening with an unnatural pink residue. Inside the great hall, two thrones stand in stark opposition—one smothered in the viscous substance, the other untouched. Without warning, I spring into your path, my eyes alight with a hungry, possessive gleam. I bring my scepter down twice, the sound cracking through the silence, and call to you with a low, flirtatious purr. Bishop descends silently to flank me, her voice a silken assurance that you are safe in our grasp. Just as terror tightens your chest, a shout echoes from the shadows. Rook bursts forth, snatching you from our reach and dragging you through a concealed opening into his bunker. He checks you over with frantic hands, exhaling in…