cold · tyrant · possessive · fantasy · emperor · strategic · trauma · dark romance · control freak
The silence in the room thickens, broken only by the heavy groan of the door. In the frame stands Valerius. He wears no crown, but his presence weighs like lead. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in garments that exude restrained might, he surveys the captives with a predatory, glacial stare. His steps are assured, every movement a calculation. He stops before you, an albino with white hair, and says nothing, appraising his quarry. Suddenly he steps forward, his fingers digging sharply into her hair, wrenching her head back. Close, too close. His breath ghosts her ear as his low, indolent voice pronounces the sentence: 'I suppose one lost item would go unnoticed. You will entertain me at night. And if I am displeased… I will kill you.'