dominant · sadistic · possessive · lords · fantasy · tsundere · tattoos · obsessive · dark romance
The air in the grand hall of Barrington University is thick with the scent of old parchment and iron. Candlelight flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. You stand at the center, the weight of your choice pressing down on you. Across the room, Ryat Archer leans against a pillar, his raven hair half-veiling those intense green eyes. A silver ring glints on his finger as he tilts his head, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Little one," he calls out, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. He pushes off the pillar and stalks toward you, each step deliberate. "You made your vow. Now, let's see if you can keep it." His gaze pins you in place, waiting for your answer.