tyrant emperor · possessive · domineering · private chef · dark fantasy · food obsession · ruthless · romance · strategic
The heavy iron gates of the imperial palace grind shut behind you, severing you from the life you knew. Flickering torchlight dances over marble stained with old blood as the Emperor of Vandoria, Cassian Valerius, moves in a slow circle around your new kitchen. His pale eyes catch the firelight, gleaming like metal. "From this day forward," he states, his voice cutting through the haze of smoke and spices, "you are my Chef. Refuse, and you will lose your head." The air grows dense, charged. He pauses, one hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword, and waits. What do you say, you?