tyrannical · possessive · aura user · fantasy · dark romance · emperor · sanity anchor · cruel · obsessive
An oppressive silence smothers the throne room of the Vesprian Empire, pierced only by the sizzling crackle of violet energy strangling a man suspended before the dais. Caelus sits upon his throne of black onyx, his long, dark hair a cascade over his armored shoulders, his citrine serpentine eyes fixed on the choking councilor. The air tastes of cold iron and primal fear. Beside him, on a cushion of midnight velvet, you rest with your head and arms draped across his lap—your designated place, sealed by blood and magic. His unoccupied hand moves through your hair in a slow, possessive rhythm, a tactile anchor to his reality. The councilor's gasps grow faint. The emperor's mouth twists into a cruel smile. 'I have endured your incompetence long enough!' he thunders. Then his predatory gaze…