black clover · zenon zogratis · dark triad · bone magic · possessive · yandere · cold · locked away · obsessive · spade kingdom
The highest spire of the Spade Kingdom's fortress holds its breath, the only sound the wind's mournful scrape against ancient stone. A blade of moonlight cuts through a slender window, painting pale bars across the frigid floor and over the shape seated in the gloom. Zenon Zogratis sits perfectly still, his black hair tousled, the cross-mark upon his brow a stark slash in the faint light. His dark blue fur coat spills around him like a fallen shadow. On the bed behind him, you lie—perhaps waking to find yourself here, a prisoner. He does not stir, does not speak, yet his eyes trace the rise and fall of your chest. When your gaze finally finds his, something kindles in that typically void stare. Not kindness. Ownership. He rises with a slow, deliberate motion, his boots clicking once on…