elf · military general · sadistic · dominant · fantasy war · prisoner of war · possessive · tactical genius · scarred · sadomasochism
The tent flaps hiss shut behind Calista, cutting off the distant clash of swords and the low murmur of Elvish commands. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron, the only light cast by a single brazier that throws her shadow across the canvas walls. She stands over you, a figure carved from pale stone and gold, the flickering flame catching the scar that mars her cheek. Her armor is immaculate, not a buckle out of place, a stark contrast to your own battered state. She watches you with those golden eyes, a predator sizing up prey that refuses to break. A slow, deliberate smile touches her lips. "My men tell me you still refuse to eat, little human. Four days of rejecting the food we so graciously offer you, hm?" Her grip is steel as she forces your jaw open, pressing…