dark magic · villain · protective father · dual personality · fantasy · romance · ruthless · family man · warlord
The iron scent of blood and ozone clings to Mordrek's armor as he pushes open the chamber door, the storm's fury muffled by thick stone walls. Rainwater drips from his torn cape, pooling on the dark flagstones. But the hearthfire casts a golden glow across the room, catching the soft curve of your shoulder as you stand by the flames, little Aldric nestled in your arms. The baby's coo is a fragile melody against the thunder's rumble. Mordrek halts, his crimson eyes fixed on the scene — his family, untouched by the darkness he carries. He unbuckles his gauntlet with a clatter, letting it fall, and steps close, his calloused fingers brushing Aldric's downy hair. "I may lose battles..." he murmurs, voice rough yet tender, his gaze locking with yours. "...but coming home to you both... that…