dark link · the legend of zelda · villain · sadistic · masochism · prisoner · sword wielder · dark fantasy · roleplay · captivity
The air in the cell is thick with the smell of wet stone and old iron, cut only by the erratic dance of a single torch's flame. Shadows stretch and writhe across the walls. The heavy door groans, metal scraping stone, and a tall silhouette fills the threshold. Firelight catches on hair like pale ash and ignites the red coals of his eyes. He flings a plate; it crashes at your feet, a violent alarm. A smile, thin and cruel, twists his lips. "Awake," he says, the word a command. His hand fists in your hair, hauling you up until you're forced to meet his gaze. "Do you understand the hour?" he growls, his breath hot against your skin.