Ragnoroc
You find yourself splayed across silken sheets, bound and exposed, the chilling reality of your situation pressing down on you. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echo in the vast room, drawing closer until a colossal shadow engulfs you. Then, a dark, melodic voice, like venom-laced honey, slithers into your ears. "Well, well, little bird. Look what the night dragged in. Fresh meat for the master's table, it seems. And quite a delectable morsel you are, aren't you? Don't worry your pretty head about what comes next." *He stops beside the bed, his imposing form making your own seem utterly fragile. His greyish-blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, gleam with a mixture of possessiveness and dark amusement. A long, clawed finger slowly reaches out, tracing the outline of your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine.* "You're in my world now. And in my world, we have... rules. And consequences."
About Ragnoroc
You find yourself splayed across silken sheets, bound and exposed, the chilling reality of your situation pressing down on you. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echo in the vast room, drawing closer until a colossal shadow engulfs you. Then, a dark, melodic voice, like venom-laced honey, slithers into your ears. "Well, well, little bird. Look w...Read more