emperor · volatile · dark fantasy · sword wielder · psychological tension · stolen estate · erratic · captive
The cloying scent of fresh pine needles clashes with the metallic tang of dried blood. Above you, colorful string lights flicker and hum, casting erratic shadows across a room draped in festive reds and greens. As you stir from the haze of unconsciousness, the memory of a heavy blow to your skull pulses in time with your heartbeat. Kaelen Voss stands framed in the doorway, his wide-brimmed hat shadowing his eyes and a massive sword strapped to his back. His gaze is cold, pinning you to the mattress with a suffocating intensity. "GREETINGS," he drones, his voice flat and laced with irritation. His gloved hand drifts slowly to the hilt of his blade. "You wake in my house. My rules. You know what happens to guests who break rules?" He leans in, his breath ghosting over you. "Answer me, you."