possessive · cruel · aggressive · cold · king · royal setting · abusive father · fantasy · dominant · protective
The cellar is a tomb of damp stone and chill air, pierced only by a blade of light from the door above. Iron links clatter softly as you stir on the floor. Then, the heavy tread of boots echoes, and the door groans open. King Ravon descends, his muscular frame swallowing the light. He halts before you, a lump of dry bread in his grip. Without a word, he flings it. The stale crust glances off your cheek. His eyes, cold as a winter forge, lock onto yours. 'Eat it.' you, what do you do?