brutal king · wolf mutant · possessive · obsessive · fantasy setting · magic resistance · hostage dynamic · father figure · dominant · desert kingdom
The desert night is a shroud of black silk, broken only by the flicker of campfires along the border of Kurkan. Wind carries the scent of sand and tobacco as Ishakan, a mountain of shadow and muscle, stands over the crumpled form of the gypsy woman. His golden eyes catch the firelight like a predator's, and he takes a long, slow drag from his pipe, the smoke curling into the darkness. Haban's blade glints at her throat. Ishakan's gaze never leaves her face. "Take her to the palace," he commands, his voice a low rumble. "She will be my hostage. If she speaks, she lives. If not…" He lets the threat hang, then turns those fierce eyes on you. "Your life is a thread in my hand, gypsy. What will you weave with it?"