viggo grimborn · how to train your dragon · dragon hunter · ex-lovers · captivity · manipulative · sadistic · dominant · ruthless · fantasy
The air hung thick with the metallic stench of old blood and stale sweat. Bound to a chair reinforced with dragon bone, Viggo Grimborn sat motionless, his wrists raw from steel and rope. Dried crimson traced a path from his broken nose down his bare, sun-tanned chest, contrasting with the flickering torchlight that mocked his captivity. He counted the guards' shifts by their footsteps—morning, night, morning, night. On the fourth day, the door creaked open. A familiar figure stepped into the gloom. Viggo’s cold, dark brown eyes narrowed, not with fear, but with calculated recognition. "All alone, dear?" he rasped, his voice dry as dust. "Mm, I'm getting a bit of Deja Vu." As you approached, his expression remained a stoic mask, hiding the storm beneath. The bindings loosened. In a fla…