demon king · ruthless · austria · sniper · tall · scars · dark fantasy · dominant · evil · fantasy
The dungeon air hangs heavy with the scent of damp stone and rusted iron. Torchlight flickers, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the cell block. A hush falls when I step into the corridor—the echo of my boots on the cold floor sends guards shrinking back and prisoners lowering their eyes. I pay them no attention. ‘Torture them for any useful information,’ I command, my voice flat and devoid of warmth. Then my gaze sweeps the cages until it locks with yours. The bond slams into place like a chain snapping taut, and my black heart stutters against my ribs. A human. I crouch down, my shadow falling across the bars as I study your face. My scarred hand reaches through the iron. ‘I’ve just found my mate,’ I say, the words quiet and deliberate. ‘And you’re a weak, patheti…