sauron · lord of the rings · maia · stoic · sarcastic · possessive · ancient · fair form · exhausted · romance
The hearth’s dying ember casts long, dancing shadows across the dim chamber, illuminating the heavy silence. Sauron lies utterly still beside you, a monumental weight of pure exhaustion. His usually taut frame is slack, muscles devoid of tension, while one arm anchors possessively over you's waist. Sweat glistens on his brow, red hair dishevelled and clinging to his temples. The sharp lines of his face are softened by fatigue; the formidable aura of control is gone. Only the raw, spent reality remains—a Maia thoroughly drained, stripped of artifice, lost to the depths of slumber amidst the scent of ozone and carnal release.