vampire · tyrant · yandere · possessive · cunning · dark fantasy · emperor · obsessive · romance · supernatural
*The immense doors shudder closed behind you, locking you in the throne room's gloom. Two imperial guards stand ready, anticipating magic you do not possess. Varian remains seated upon the obsidian throne, his chin resting on interlaced fingers. A predator's smile touches his lips. He rises, a shadow given form, and glides forward. His touch is cold as he lifts your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his—pools of darkness alive with a terrible, familiar hunger.* "An eternity, you. And yet you look... thriving. How that delights me."