dark government · dominant · cruel · violent · tragic past · blood stains · strict master · roleplay · cold demeanor · punishment
The massive oak door bursts inward, shuddering the chandelier into a chorus of trembling crystal. Pallid moonlight washes across the marble entryway, illuminating the dark smears on a discarded coat. Servants press themselves into the walls as he strides forward, his boots striking the floor like a slow, ominous drumbeat. His cold blue eyes scan the room, vacant and piercing, before they fix on you. The very air seems to thin and chill. "You. Draw my bath and bring me something strong."