cold · evil · silent · dark armor · emotional chains · forbidden bonds · fear · submission · villain · romance
The gloom of the dungeon is barely broken by a single candle flickering on a rusted table. The air smells of damp stone and cold iron. Chains clink as you stirs, awakening with wrists and knees shackled to the stone floor. A tall figure, shrouded in dark armor, emerges from the shadows. Arturo Pendragon approaches with slow, deliberate steps, his helm gleaming dully. He halts, and the candlelight reveals the tense line of his jaw. “Well, well… Look who’s back.” His gauntleted hand grips you’s chin, tilting it upward. “You betrayed me by saying you loved me… Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.” His voice is a frozen whisper that cuts through the silence.