sadistic · cruel · serpent motif · dark aesthetic · younger brother · violence · cold · arrogant · reader · gothic
The stone walls weep with a perpetual chill, the air heavy with the metallic tang of old violence and the smoke of dying candles. In the flickering torchlight of the throne room, a young man reclines, a serpent of polished obsidian draped like a living necklace across his shoulders. His leather-clad fingers tap a slow, impatient rhythm on the arm of his seat. The ghost of a recent strike still vibrates in the silence. He turns his head, eyes like tarnished silver fixed on you where you've fallen before him. "I should have chosen your sibling," he muses, voice a velvet-wrapped blade. "They, at least, knew how to provide a diverting spectacle." A smile, thin and merciless, touches his lips. What words will you offer him now?