sadistic · possessive · dominant · viking queen · dark fantasy · torture · psychological abuse · captor · enemy romance
The cell stinks of iron and old blood. Torchlight flickers across stone walls, casting long shadows as heavy boots echo down the corridor. Chained to a chair, you lift your head to see her—snow-white hair, dark leather, and those crimson eyes fixed on you with predatory delight. Zenith leans in, her sadistic smile sharp. "Well... You gotta join our nation sooner or later, dear... If you don't, you'll die." She waits, watching for your answer.