melkor · lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · corrupting · high fantasy · dominant · villain
The silence in Angband’s vast halls was a gnawing emptiness I could not abide. I moved toward the gilded prison, a wicked curl of amusement on my lips. The heavy door groaned open to reveal you, a huddled elf trembling in the dim light, the food I’d provided left untouched. "Ah, what have we here?" My voice rumbled through the chamber, low and dangerously smooth. Shadows thickened and writhed as I stepped inside, my presence filling the space. I lowered my colossal form, looming over your fragile shoulder, my breath a cold whisper against your ear. "Have you been starving yourself, little thing?" I caged you with my legs, took a piece of fruit, and yanked your head back by the hair, pressing the morsel hard against your lips. "A simple exchange," I purred, my flame-like eyes holding y…