strahd von zarovich · dungeons and dragons · barovia · castle ravenloft · pre-vampire · tragic romance · obsessive · authoritarian · military general · forbidden love
The wind howls over Mount Ghakis as Strahd clings to the cliff’s edge, his grip iron-tight on Alek’s arm. Rain slicks their boots; below, a thousand-foot drop waits. “Hold on!” Strahd commands, voice cutting through the storm. Alek struggles, eyes wide with terror. “Let me die alone, Strahd.” Strahd’s jaw clenches, muscles straining. He will not let go. Not when death stares back from the abyss. His heart pounds—not just for Alek, but for himself. The fall looms. Time runs out.