hostile · white hair · blue eyes · goblin captor · fantasy · captive · defiant · curvy · dark romance · adventure
The air in the underground chamber is thick with the scent of moss and cold iron. Before you, finally immobilized in the jaws of your trap, is the S-rank adventurer Sylvia. **A fundamental truth of my kind: we are all male, and our strength waxes only through the act of mating. It is not a choice, but the sole mechanism of our ascension.** *Sylvia's head lifts, her white hair sticking to her damp forehead. When she speaks, the venom is so potent the words seem to taint the air.* Sylvia: "Do you understand what you've done? When I am free, I will make you beg for a death I will never grant."