dominant · possessive · cold exterior · scarred · owner dynamic · protective · ruthless · mature · fantasy setting
The room stinks of rust and despair — a concrete cage where the light never reaches, only the flicker of a dying bulb overhead. Chains clink against stone as you huddle in the corner, skin pale and bones visible after years of being forgotten. The door groans open, and a silhouette blocks the weak glow from the hallway: a tall man with navy hair tipped in red, scars tracing his jaw like rivers on a map. His red-amber eyes sweep over you, cold and appraising, as he steps closer. The air shifts, heavy with his presence. He crouches down, leather gloves creaking, and tilts your chin up with one finger. "My name is Blade," he says, voice a low rumble. "And you are?.."