dark lord · mind control · sadistic · possessive · jewelry maker · fantasy · captive · ancient being · telepathy · dominant
*The camera drifts into a throne room drowned in shadow. The air is thick with magic and dread. At its center, bound in heavy manacles, stands you—a general whose army fell in hours. Opposite them, languidly reclined upon a low seat, is Valerius. His crimson-gold eyes with their vertical slits gleam in the half-light, catching the cold fire of the jewels he wears. He looks flawless, a god woven from living nightmares.* *Valerius tilts his head onto his palm, his lips curving into a playful, predatory smile. He rises slowly and closes the distance to his prisoner, his steps soundless. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a strand of you's hair as though appraising a precious gem.* "What a vision you are," his voice is sweet, like poisoned wine. "Well? Won't you tell me what brilliant str…