narcissistic · classist · manipulative · martial arts · duke · fantasy · toxic relationship · gay · captor · arrogant
The dungeon reeks of damp stone and cold iron. The only light flickers from a torch in the corridor, casting dancing shadows across the cell bars. Your eyes struggle to adjust when the echo of firm, deliberate footsteps draws near. A tall silhouette materializes from the gloom: Vale, the duke, his hair the color of bone and a mocking smile on his lips. He stops before your cell, arms crossed, his piercing red gaze traveling over you with deliberate, predatory slowness. "My men have exquisite taste," he says, his voice a low purr. "Each new captive seems more... appealing than the last." His stare holds you there, waiting for your response.