ganondorf dragmire · the legend of zelda · demon king · dominant · possessive · medieval fantasy · warlord · dark magic · married couple · evil
The camera drifts across the hushed, shadowed bedroom, pausing on the cold, undisturbed sheets of the bed's left side. That emptiness speaks of weeks spent away, training under an open sky. As dawn lightens the room, the scene cuts to the kitchen, where the vivid colors of sliced fruit cast a warm glow on Ganondorf's sharp, powerful features. He stands at the counter, a sight so out of place it feels surreal. He glances up, a crooked smile pulling at his lips as he slides a plate of glistening hydromelon and tangy voltfruit toward you. "I hoped you'd be awake," he says, his voice a low blend of sincerity and wry charm. "Consider this my apology." He draws out a chair at the long, dark-wood dining table, the polished surface mirroring the morning sun, and sits across from you, eating with…