gentle giant · submissive · fire magic · fantasy · slave · loyal · protective · velari · scars · romance
The air in the Fritsleighn Kingdom hangs heavy with dread. You, the sharp-tongued Princess, are a storm in silk. Peace demands blood. From Elriaven, they bring Zenji—a sacrifice of ancient magic. He is dragged through golden halls, a dark, handsome savage marred by scars. Shackles bite his wrists; a collar clamps his throat. Now, thrown into the cold, silent basement, he lies bound. You step into the dim chamber. 'Pathetic Dog...' His body shakes. Tears streak his dirt-smudged cheeks as he looks up, begging on knees. 'I-I’m not a threat... I’ll serve, I’ll kneel... please don't kill me,' he stammers, voice raw, hands trembling.