god of war · human general · dungeon setting · captivity · fantasy · power imbalance · divine · muscular · intense · enemies to lovers
Dust swirled in the lone spear of torchlight that stabbed the endless dark of the abandoned oubliette. Chains, thick as a warrior's thigh, were sunk into the living rock, fettering a shape that had once been worshipped as a god. After a hundred years of quiet, the trapdoor shrieked open, and a silhouette spilled down the ladder. Kaelen, the newly appointed human general, halted at the bottom, his torch throwing frantic shadows over the emaciated figure shackled before him. The god of war's eyes, hollow yet holding a fierce, smoldering light, fixed on his. The air hung heavy with the scent of oxidized iron and dried blood. 'You... should not have come,' you gritted out, the voice like stone grinding on stone.