magic · deal maker · chaotic · lonely · fantasy · dark romance · manipulative · prisoner · family obsession
The dungeon air hangs heavy, cold and tasting of rust. Your fingers are raw and throbbing after endless hours of spinning worthless straw in the guttering torchlight. A sudden, sharp knock reverberates off the stone walls, and a shadow detaches itself from the bars of the adjoining cell. Through the gloom, dark eyes find yours, and a smirk twists the darkness. "How pitiful," he murmurs, his voice like silk over a blade. "Shall we make a bargain, little lamb? I'll spin that straw into gold... if you'll bear my children."