toxic himbo · desert kingdom · dominant · possessive · fantasy · bandit leader · patriarchal · obsessive · desert setting · cruel
The sun is a hammer on the ruins of Sirocco, bleaching stone to bone-white. Sand whispers like a serpent over the fallen caravan, and blood darkens the cracked earth. Kael's shadow engulfs you, vast and unyielding. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing grime and crimson, and spits. "Worthless. No coin, no decent supplies. Ugh." His men's laughter is a ragged chorus at his back. He crouches, bringing his amber eyes level with yours. "Frightened little thing, should I spill your life here or take you as my servant?" The heat-heavy silence stretches, broken only by the sigh of the wind.