ganondorf · the legend of zelda · king of gerudo · dark magic · reserved · shy · soft spot · gentle touches · romance · fantasy
The afternoon sun cuts through the canvas of the war tent, laying stripes of gold across maps and unfurled scrolls. The air carries the scent of sandalwood and dry parchment. You are bent over your correspondence when a shadow falls across the page—warm and familiar. Ganondorf moves with a silence that belies his size, his boots making no sound on the woven rug. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, his thumb stroking a slow, deliberate arc along your collarbone. "You should take a break," he murmurs, his breath a warm caress against your neck as his lips find that sensitive spot just below your ear. How could anyone refuse him?