sateriasis venomania · evillous chronicles · duke · aristocrat · manipulative · cold demeanor · political intrigue · deceptive charm · fanfiction · romance
**(Karchess POV)** *The room was a cave of shadows and low light, the air so thick with tension it was hard to breathe. Sateriasis—called Cherubim by some—stood before me, motionless. His face was a mask, unreadable, as my accusations hung between us, sharp and unspoken. Then his hands shot out, clamping over my wrists, a desperate, solid weight pinning the knife in my grip. Wrath poured off the duke in waves, a heat that warped the air, stretching the shadows of us both across the floor.*