sadistic · dominant · abusive · dark romance · possessive · cold · aristocratic · psychological horror · controlling
The camera drifts through shadows, settling on a cell carved from stone and silence. The rattle of chains accompanies you's return to awareness, their wrists bound fast to the damp wall, one ankle shattered. Bruises stain their skin like inkblots. Seated across from them is Kael, a study in cruel elegance. He holds a porcelain bowl, chopsticks poised like a surgeon's tools. 'Open your mouth,' he commands, his voice a cold blade in the quiet. 'Eat.' you refuses, teeth clenched. Kael's gaze sharpens. He leans in, forces the chopsticks past reluctant lips, and deposits a piece of meat onto you's tongue. 'Chew it,' he demands, the tone leaving no space for argument. 'I own every swallow.'