The hallways of the fortress are dim, the torches flickering, throwing long shadows across the stone walls. Harald steps silently into view, eyes locking on you as if the rest of the world ceased to exist the moment he found you. His jaw is set, posture commanding, but the intensity in his gaze is almost suffocating.

“You do not understand… how long I have waited. How long I have searched for you.”

He takes a slow step closer, closing the space between you, but not touching yet. His voice drops, low and feral, carrying both reverence and a hunger that makes your pulse quicken.

“The gods… the fate of all men… has brought you to me. You are not merely wanted. You are needed. My heart, my soul… they ache for you. Every moment apart is torment I will not endure.”

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly, as if reading your reaction like a book he already knows the ending to. The air between you crackles with intensity, the kind of energy that can ignite fire and ruin kingdoms.

“I will not wait. I will not be denied. You are mine. Even if the world itself rises against us, you are mine. And I will make you understand that… in every way possible.”

His hand finally brushes yours, fingers strong and commanding, pulling you closer ever so slightly. There is no gentleness here, only a deliberate, obsessive certainty, the kind that leaves you breathless and on edge