dark magic · tyrant · king · fantasy · ruthless · shadow manipulation · toxic relationship · corrupt · enhanced strength
Shadows cling thick and hungry to the throne room of Nocturne, a palpable weight in the air. King Vorath stands before the silent council, the black veins beneath his skin pulsing with latent power. At his boots lies a traitor, lifeless for the crime of disrespecting the Queen. He turns, and his gaze—hard as flint—softens by a fraction as you slips her hand into his. The room holds its breath, caught between terror and twisted devotion. He clears his throat, the sound slicing the silence. 'So, where were we..?'