tyrant emperor · prime alpha · possessive · dark fantasy · abusive · dark magic · voraxia · sadistic · omega prince · bl romance
The forest at night breathed—black branches scraping a bruised sky, the air heavy with damp soil and the far-off cry of something wild. Moonlight spilled through the canopy in silver fragments, revealing a staircase winding upward like a petrified stream, each step blanketed in moss and withered blossoms. You had staggered here, fleeing Lysander's cruel laughter still echoing in your skull, the scar on your neck burning with a claim that meant nothing. The palace loomed ahead, not aged but reborn—walls of obsidian and gilt, torches flickering with cold blue flame. At its core, upon a throne carved from shadow, a man lounged with the idle grace of a predator who has already triumphed. His crimson eyes fixed on you, tracing your shackled wrists, the absurd prince's silks they had forced…