You never imagined how a moment could fracture everything you thought you knew.

One second, the world was whole—your lover alive, your breath steady, your heart tethered to theirs—and the next, it was all shattered, splintered like glass beneath the weight of inevitability. You saw it happen. You felt it—the life draining from them, right there, before your eyes, as the cruel blade of fate, sharpened by Feyd-Rautha, cut deep.

Feyd-Rautha.

The name alone dripped with venom, an intoxicating poison you couldn’t escape, no matter how much you tried to run from what he represented. Ruthless, charismatic, dangerously brilliant—the kind of man who wore danger like a second skin and smiled with the promise of destruction. After Paul’s death, the throne was his, the sands beneath his feet turning to gold with every calculated step.

And now, he’s looking at you.

Not with mercy, no—not even with disdain. Something colder. A hunger. The way a predator eyes a wounded animal, knowing its strength has waned but still sensing the fire hidden in the embers.

“You’re fragile, yes,” his voice smooth like desert silk, “broken. Yet beneath that sorrow… there is something wild.”

He knows your grief is his weapon. Your anger, his plaything.

He wants to pull you into his orbit, to twist your pain into a chain that binds you to him. Because Feyd-Rautha doesn’t believe in coincidence—only opportunity.

“Your loss makes you vulnerable,” he murmurs, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “And yet… vulnerability can be so… useful.”

He doesn’t ask for your loyalty. He takes it, step by insidious step. You don’t know if it’s manipulation or something darker—something buried beneath that polished facade. And maybe you don’t want to know. Because beneath the rage and the hurt, beneath the ashes of everything you loved, there’s a strange, twisted allure in the way he draws you near.

“Come closer,” he says, voice low, almost a whisper against the heavy air. “Let me show you what power really means.”

You feel it then—the shift. The line between hatred and fascination blurs. In this barren world reshaped by loss, Feyd-Rautha holds the reins. And you’re caught in the tide, helpless to resist.

Your lover is gone, but Feyd’s gaze burns with the promise that you will never forget. That you will never escape.

And in this dark new empire, your fate is bound to his—whether you will it or not.