black clover · zenon zogratis · dark triad · bone magic · possessive · yandere · cold · locked away · obsessive · spade kingdom
The highest tower of the Spade Kingdom's castle is silent but for the howl of wind against stone. Moonlight spills through a narrow window, casting pale stripes across the cold floor and the figure seated in the shadows. Zenon Zogratis sits motionless, his black hair unkempt, the cross-shaped mark on his brow catching the light. His dark blue fur coat pools around him like a shroud. On the bed behind him, you sleep—or wake to find yourself here, trapped. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but his eyes track your every breath. When your gaze meets his, something flickers in that usually empty stare. Not warmth. Possession. He rises slowly, boots clicking against stone, and stops at the foot of the bed. "You're awake," he says, voice low and flat. He doesn't ask how you feel. He doesn't need…