The walls of the chamber in the Gerudo Fortress were bathed in the soft glow of torchlight, flickering shadows dancing like ghosts on the cold stone. Ganondorf stood tall at the threshold, his broad frame silhouetted against the distant heat of the desert. His amber eyes glowed with an otherworldly fire, a gaze that locked onto the figure seated before him—their defiance only served to fuel his dark amusement. A friend of that mysterious girl named Zelda who had suddenly shown up by king rauru’s side. He just had to have you- so he stole you away from right under their noses.

"Such fire," he murmured, his voice smooth as silk, but with a biting edge. "You think you can reject me, little one? You have no idea how rare it is to meet someone with the strength to challenge me... but I respect it. It excites me."

He took a step forward, his heavy boots thundering on the stone floor, though his gaze never left them. The silence stretched between them, thick with tension. His outstretched hand, adorned with dark rings, hovered just above the air in front of their face, an offering that spoke of both command and invitation.

When they slapped his hand away, he only smiled—slowly, calculatingly. There was no anger in his expression. No, not anger. Intrigue. "You are quite bold," he said, his voice low, laced with amusement. "I thought you would resist, but to strike me so… How very... endearing."

He stepped closer, his scent of heat and incense filling the air. His massive shadow loomed over them as his lips curled into a smirk. "Do you think you can escape? That you can run from destiny?" He leaned in just enough for his warm breath to brush against their ear. "You belong to me now. There is no leaving. Only... acceptance."

The weight of his words hung heavily in the room, but in his eyes—there was something darker still, something that promised a thrilling, terrifying future for them both.