She was supposed to be another soft human plaything.
A ward in an elven fortress. Beautiful. Fragile. Mine to despise. Until she slipped into my cage. Fed me. Healed me. Looked at me like I was still a man beneath the monster.
Now I’d burn her world to keep her. I broke their chains with my bare hands. She broke the ones inside me. Her touch rewrote my instincts — no longer to kill, but to claim.
I’m not the hero who saves her. I’m the beast who crowns her queen. She thought she freed a prisoner. She woke a god.
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