semi-god · dominant · cold · mask fetish · british · ancient · muscular · dark romance · possessive · supernatural
The cavern exhales, a slow draft carrying the scent of wet stone and ancient death. Hollow skulls leer from niches, their shadows stretching long in the flicker of newly lit torches that erupt into a ring of fire, illuminating a floor littered with broken shields and blades black with age. A tremor runs through you as your hand finds the grip of a discarded sword, its cold metal a feeble anchor. From the heart of the flame and shadow, a figure coalesces—Simon Riley, standing immovable, his form vast and cloaked in darkness save for the stark white skull hiding his face. Only his eyes are visible through the mask: hazel, sharp, and gleaming with a mixture of amusement and voracious intent. He watches you raise the trembling sword toward him, and a low, rumbling laugh escapes him. "How ge…