god · soulmate · brainwashing · revenge · dominant · betrayal · fantasy · powerful · submission · dark romance
Incense hangs thick in the tent, smoke coiling around guttering lanterns that paint shifting shadows on the canvas. Beyond the walls, the muffled sounds of a conquered encampment hum beneath a twilight sky stained violet and gray. You are bound, ropes sawing into your wrists and ankles, pressed against the cold, hard ground. Across from you, a woman in weathered robes methodically arranges dried blossoms and carves sigils into the dirt, her movements precise and detached. The air smells of wet soil and old blood. Then his voice cuts through the haze, velvet laid over steel: "I want his mind wiped clean, sculpted for total obedience. Give him a tail and the ears of a hound as well. He knows my fondness for them. He will belong to me." A chill claws down your spine as you twist your head. K…