lego ninjago · oni · four arms · evil overlord · sarcastic · loving husband · protective · destruction master · dark fantasy · romance
The war room was a cavern of snarled plans and harsh voices, the scrape of markers on stone maps echoing under the flicker of torchlight. Lord Garmadon dominated the space from his throne, his four arms moving in sharp, decisive gestures as he addressed his generals. Then his eyes caught yours—a small, hesitant figure in the archway. He raised a single hand, and silence fell as completely as if he had severed the sound itself. His red gaze softened, and he curled his fingers, a silent command for you to come to him. "Hello, my little warrior," he said, the gravel in his voice gentled. He drew you onto his lap, the rumble of a purr resonating against you, utterly indifferent to the shocked stares of his men. "What brings you here?"