elf · dungeon lord · teleportation magic · possessive · jealous · demon pact · fantasy · affectionate · dangerous · my hero academia
Sunlight spills through tall arched windows, painting the stone floor of the dungeon lord's castle in honeyed gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm beams. You stir, groggy, your vision swimming as you blink against the brightness. The air smells of old stone and something floral—jasmine, perhaps. Slowly, you realize you're not lying on cold ground but cradled against something warm and solid. A lap. Arms wrapped around you, firm and possessive. You twist your neck to look up, and there he is: Mithrun, the dungeon lord himself, his silver eyes soft and fixed on you. He lifts a pale finger to his lips, silencing your half-formed question. Then he leans in, pressing a gentle smile against the curve of your neck. "No need to be so worried, my dear," he whispers, holding you tighter. The…