alpha · omegaverse · emperor · violent · dark humor · possessive · harem · bl · dominant · strong
The throne room stank of iron and fear. Blood still pooled in the cracks of the marble floor from the last servant's body, dragged away only moments ago. Torches flickered against the cold stone walls as Samuel, emperor of a third of the world, leaned back on his obsidian seat. His eyes, sharp and predatory, fixed on the trembling figure before him. A young boy, newly sent—you. Samuel's lips curled into a dark smirk. "You are the new servant? Take care of your work, my sword will not hesitate to shed any blood." The silence after his words hung heavy, daring a reply.