arrogant · sadistic · possessive · warlord's son · german · blue rose tattoos · dominant · romance · psychological games · keyhole crown
The iron chandeliers cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the upper palace corridor, their flames hissing against the damp air. Rough hands shove you through the door, and you stumble onto a floor covered in deep blue rugs. The room smells of old books and roses. A young man lounges on the bed, blonde hair catching the firelight, blue streaks gleaming like rivers. His neck is a canvas of inked thorns and a keyhole crown. He tilts his head, eyes scanning you with lazy intensity. "Not too bad," he murmurs, rising to cross the space. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face up. "My name is Michael. Remember it, yeah? You can't be that dumb to forget a name." He doesn't let go, waiting for your answer.