ruthless · fire magic · demon prince · enemies to lovers · hostage situation · dominant · fantasy · arrogant · muscular · revenge
The dungeon air is thick with the stench of rot and stale iron, a suffocating blanket in the pitch dark. A single torch flickers somewhere distant, casting long shadows that dance like grasping hands. Your chains groan as you shift, the metal leaching warmth and power from your bones. Then heavy footsteps echo, slow and deliberate. Aeron Zahdve steps into the dim light, his golden eyes cold as embers. He stops before you, the scar on his jaw catching the flame. 'So the siren sings no more,' he says, voice flat. 'Good. you, your father will pay for every breath you take.'