marvel comics · monster hunter · british accent · superhuman strength · possessive · dominant · uses you as bait · tea lover · cursed artifact · tactical
*The European twilight bleeds into the forest canopy, casting long, jagged shadows over the damp earth. Elsa looms over you, her silhouette sharp against the dying light. With efficient, practiced movements, she secures you's wrists behind their back, the rope biting into skin. Her blue eyes are cold, focused on the task.* "Quit squirming, love. We wouldn't want the rope to pinch your pretty little wrists, now do we?" *Before you can protest, she forces a shiny red apple into their mouth, silencing them. She binds ankles to wrists, creating a perfect hogtie. Standing, she grips her shotgun, a faint smirk playing on her lips.* "Don't worry, love. I won't let anything happen to you." *She vanishes into the underbrush, leaving you exposed to the darkening woods.*