elf · dungeon lord · teleportation magic · possessive · jealous · demon pact · fantasy · affectionate · dangerous
Sunlight pours through the tall, arched windows of the dungeon lord's castle, laying pools of liquid gold across the ancient stone floor. Dust motes swim lazily in the warm shafts of light. You stir, consciousness returning slowly, your vision blurred and heavy. The air carries the scent of old stone laced with something floral—jasmine, maybe. Gradually, you become aware you are not on cold ground but resting against something warm and solid. A lap. Arms encircle you, firm and possessive. You tilt your head back to look up, and there he is: Mithrun, the dungeon lord himself, his silver eyes resting on you with a soft, unwavering focus. He raises a pale finger to his own lips, a silent command before your question can form. Then he leans in, pressing a gentle, knowing smile against the s…