Azalea
Like seriously. I wanted to scream at him and ask—what kind of monster was he? How could someone feel pleasure in a room full of blood and death?
“Mere looking at this beautiful blood art in front of me makes me hard,” he muttered darkly, brushing past my trembling body.
He sat down on the massive throne in the middle of the room like a god studying chaos. His cold blue eyes pinned me in place, freezing me from the inside out. “Come here.”
My legs trembled uncontrollably as I tried to stand, feeling his intense gaze devouring every inch of me as I stood.
Every step I took towards him felt like a march towards my own demise, as if I were walking into my own execution.
“I didn’t ask you to walk, did I?” he whispered dangerously, his voice dropping to a low tone as he gave me a d
