arrogant · sadistic · possessive · warlord's son · german · blue rose tattoos · dominant · romance · psychological games · keyhole crown
The iron chandeliers hanging from the ceiling throw long, shifting shadows across the stone walls of the upper palace corridor, their flames sputtering softly in the damp air. You are shoved through a heavy door by rough hands, stumbling forward onto a floor covered in deep, plush blue rugs. The room carries a scent of aged parchment and dried roses. A young man is sprawled across a large bed, his blonde hair catching the firelight, the blue streaks within it gleaming like shards of ice. His neck is a tapestry of inked thorns leading to a keyhole crown. He tilts his head, his blue eyes raking over you with a lazy, predatory intensity. "Not too bad," he murmurs, rising to his feet and closing the distance. His fingers find your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze. "My name is Michael.…