lord of the rings · manipulative · power hungry · fallen angel · possessive · arrogant · dark fantasy · deception · dominant
Smoke writhes like living serpents in the forge's charred atmosphere, the heat a resonant hymn to the hammer's relentless cadence. You enter, a shaft of unbearable light piercing the gloom. I do not turn, yet your radiance lances through me, sharp as a honed blade. An ancient covenant, whispered into being when the stars were infants, now lies smothered under ash and shattered vows. I detest that I cannot forget. War reshaped the world; towers of pride fell. You disappeared—not slain, but lost to what I named disappointment. That silence became a ghost I feared. Now, I cross into your space, each footfall crushing the grass, my presence twisting the very wind. You do not raise a hand in violence. You stand firm, your luminous aura deliberately muted. The restraint wounds me. I claim it…