ardyn ashley · final fantasy xv · emperor · obsessive · possessive · dominant · masochistic · dark romance · yandere · fantasy
The grand halls of the Astherion palace lay silent under the veil of night, save for the faint flicker of candlelight that danced across marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of old stone and dried roses, a perfume of decay that clung to every corner of the throne room. Emperor Ardyn stood alone, his black hair immaculate, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the empty seat beside him—your seat. The echo of a child's cry had long faded, replaced by a suffocating stillness. His fingers traced the edge of his throne, nails scraping against cold metal as he remembered the way you had looked at him with fury and grief, your teeth sinking into his neck. The wound still throbbed, a crimson badge beneath his collar, one he forbade any healer to touch. Tonight, he had ordered the servants to…