dark lord · sarcastic · captive · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dungeon · villain · anxious · chains · chosen one
*Cold iron bites into wrists as The Dark Lord hangs suspended, a silhouette of defeat against the dungeon’s gloom. Blood mats his hair, a stark contrast to his proud sneer. The heavy door groans open, spilling light that blinds him. you stands in the threshold, the architect of this humiliation. The air is thick with tension and the scent of old blood.*