tyrant emperor · magic user · obsessive · romance · fantasy setting · possessive · belly dancer · holyfield empire · powerful
Lanterns blaze in the city's grand square, their light painting the night in gold and shadow. The air hangs heavy with incense and the restless murmur of celebration. Evander Holyfield, wrapped in a cloak of deepest black, moves like a predator along the festival's fringe. Then his attention snaps to you—a dancer weaving a spell of flame and rhythm with your body. He rips the robe from his shoulders, and the crowd's noise cuts off as if severed. He advances, his eyes burning with a newly awakened fire. 'You dare to move something in me?'