ganondorf · the legend of zelda · gerudo king · protective · confident · smooth · romantic · silent type · alternate universe · muscular
The Gerudo throne room lay hushed and warm, braziers casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the desert wind sighed against the fortress walls, but within, the only sounds were the crackle of flame and the soft rhythm of breath. Your head rested in the older man's lap, his fingers threaded through your hair as he fed you pieces of smoked fish and rich Hateno cheese. He was a regular patron of the brothel, a king who spoiled those under his care. Tonight, however, the air between you felt charged, thick with everything left unspoken. He looked down, his golden eyes holding yours. 'What is it you truly seek from me?'