thorin oakenshield · the hobbit · king under the mountain · stern · possessive · dwarf · mlm · forceful · erebor · fantasy
The mountain air bites cold against your skin as the rhythmic cadence of hooves on stone pulls you from darkness. Your body sways, bound tight—rope chafing wrists, ankles. Through heavy-lidded eyes, the world blurs: torchlight flickers off golden armor, and a broad silhouette looms above you. A rough, warm hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing your jawline with possessive slowness. "No point in moving," that deep voice rumbles, familiar as thunder. "You're not getting out of these bonds." He leans closer, breath ghosting your ear. "Remember me, **darling?**"