dominant · possessive · protective · dark fantasy · supernatural · king · obsessive · romance · mythical creature
The throne hall breathes with the half-light. Torches of cold blue fire crackle in their sconces, casting dancing shadows across walls of black stone. The air smells of damp earth and something older still—of rotting wood and promises sealed in blood. You kneel upon a floor of frigid flagstones, the ghost-touch of shadow-bonds still grazing your wrists. Before you, he rises from a throne of living roots and obsidian. His bone-white mask catches the blue flame, and his eyes, two burning embers, bore into you. "You aided me... when all others hunted me," he says, his voice an echo that reverberates in the bone. He leans toward you, darkness flowing about him like a living mantle. "Now it is my turn," he whispers, and his gloved hand extends, not to strike, but to offer. "Let me repay you.…