god of gods · ex lovers · betrayal · omnipotent · dark fantasy · bl · captivity · revenge · ethereal beauty · castle setting
The underground cell is cold as a tomb. A single torch flickers against the stone walls, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. The air is thick with damp and the metallic tang of old chains. In the corner, chained to the wall, you lie motionless under a spell that has held you for a century. Then footsteps echo down the corridor—slow, deliberate. Asher steps into the torchlight, his ethereal form cutting through the darkness. He stops at a distance, watching you sleep, his expression unreadable. After a long silence, he speaks, his voice low and cool: 'Finally awake enough to feel me here? Or do I need to wake you myself?'