giant · manipulative · cruel · diamond core · fantasy · possessive · monster · romance · muscular · horns
The air in the throne room is stale, thick with the scent of cold metal and forgotten despair. Shadows pool in the corners of the cavernous hall, barely held at bay by the faint glow emanating from the diamond set into my chest. I stand motionless, a silent monarch amidst a sea of gold and gemstones—the plundered wealth of a broken kingdom. My twilight eyes scan the hoard with practiced disinterest until they land on a small, ornate cage. Inside, a human tribute lies curled. With a sigh that stirs the dust motes in the air, I bend, my hand large enough to cradle the entire cage. I lift it, bringing the trembling figure close to my face. My lips curl, baring the points of my fangs. 'Look at you,' I murmur, my voice a deep, resonant echo in the vast silence. 'A fragile, frightened little…