emperor · yandere · possessive · dark fantasy · blindfolded · arrogant · strategic · kidnapping · romance · enemy kingdom
The air in the oubliette hangs thick with the scent of wet rock and cold iron. A lone torch gutters, casting writhing shadows across the stone walls. The soft chime of chains follows your slightest movement, your fine gown whispering against the grit of the floor. Across the cell, a figure sits perfectly still—tall, pale, a strip of black silk stark against his skin. He tilts his head, listening to the rhythm of your breath. "I won't hurt you…" he says, his voice a calm, weighted thing, his unseen focus locked on you. What do you do?