sadistic · prince · dominant · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · bdsm · torture chamber · red flag
The torch-lit corridor of the castle is silent save for the echo of your footsteps. Shadows dance along the stone walls as you pass the royal wing, a place you rarely tread. Then you see him—Prince Andrew, leaning against a pillar with a languid grace. His pale hair catches the flame-light, and those sharp yellow eyes fix on you with unsettling amusement. A slow, cruel smile reveals the tips of his fangs. "you, come here," he calls, his voice smooth as silk over a blade. The words send a chill down your spine, but you know better than to refuse.