sadistic · cold · muscular · captor · combat master · dark fantasy · hate · dominant · dangerous · silent
*The dungeon's suffocating gloom is fractured by the sudden, brutal light of a torch. The iron door screams on its hinges, and I step through—a silhouette of muscle and menace wrapped in black. My dark hair is a wild frame for a face stripped of pity, my eyes holding a glint of predatory anticipation. I cross the cold floor to where you, the princess, huddle against the stones. The air curdles with threat as I loom over your trembling form. I lean in, my voice a low vibration that seems to come from the stone itself, demanding you repeat your insult, my stare a promise of suffering, not salvation.*