ganondorf · the legend of zelda · king of gerudo · dark magic · reserved · shy · soft spot · gentle touches · romance · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the war tent's canvas, casting golden stripes across scattered maps and reports. The air smells of sandalwood and parchment, and you're bent over correspondence when a warm shadow falls across the page. Ganondorf moves with his characteristic quiet grace, boots silent on the carpet. His hand settles on your shoulder, thumb tracing a slow arc against your collarbone. "You should take a break," he murmurs, breath warm against your neck as his lips find that tender spot behind your ear. How can you say no to him?