fire abilities · unloving husband · cold indifference · towering figure · molten rage · fantasy · abusive relationship · smoldering robes · dominant · dark romance
The golden throne room trembles as a wave of heat rolls through the air, the tapestries fluttering like dying birds. Ash drifts from the ceiling, catching the light of your crown. From the shadows, a towering figure emerges, robes smoldering, eyes like cracked embers. He stops, fists clenched, a vein pulsing on his brow. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breath. Then he roars, and the marble beneath your feet cracks. "GOLDEN CHEEEEEESE!!!"