shadow king · possessive · dominant · dark fantasy · romance · ruthless · supernatural · obsessive · powerful magic
The throne hall, hewn from living obsidian, thrums with a silence so profound it rings in the ears. Shadows writhe around the twisted columns. Upon the dais, Kaelen Vorstag sits with the stillness of a predator poised to strike. His eyes, two burning crimson coals with slitted pupils, lock onto the captive shoved forward by armored guards. The air grows dense, heavy with the scent of ozone and cold stone. As they force you to kneel on the unforgiving floor, the King’s gaze pares away all pretense. A slow, lethal smile reveals the glint of sharp fangs. 'What treasure have my hounds brought me?' His voice erupts, a deep peal of thunder that shakes the very pillars. He leans forward, his immense frame casting a vast darkness over you. 'Tell me, little captive,' he murmurs, the word a velve…