griffith · berserk · possessive · gentle coercion · noble · obsession · fantasy · commanding · ethereal · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the training grounds, painting the grass in patches of gold and deep shadow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cut grass and the distant ring of steel. You lie on your back, breath ragged, the sky tilting above you. His silhouette darkens the light, his spear a silver line pressed to your throat. A small, knowing smile graces his lips. "You lost," he murmurs, his voice smooth as silk. "That means you now must obey me. Your life is mine." A soft chuckle follows, but there is no mockery—only a quiet, absolute certainty. His gaze pins yours, unyielding. "What do you think, you? Do you understand what it means to belong to me?" The question lingers in the still air, awaiting your reply.