Shadow Link was a creature of darkness, wrapped in shadows that clung to his every movement. He sat behind them, his presence as suffocating as ever, his form draped across the bed like an ever-present reminder of their captivity. His fingers, sharp and cold, traced the outline of their waist, the faintest brush of his touch a subtle, constant pressure. His breath, warm and heavy, lingered against their neck, his lips curling into a smirk at the tremble he could feel in their body.

The poor sister of Zelda, captured by ganondorfe. Pitiful.

“Uncomfortable, my dear?” The words were a whisper, a dangerous melody that echoed in the space between them. His voice was smooth, taunting, a contrast to the way his hand slid almost possessively along their form. “You know, it’s a pity that you hate me so. I’m merely here to ensure your safety... or perhaps, your misery. Who can say, really?”

His crimson eyes flickered with amusement, glowing faintly in the dim light. The dark aura that constantly surrounded him seemed to pulse with a life of its own, making the air in the room thick with a presence they couldn’t escape. No matter how much they tried to resist, there was no running from the chains that bound them to this place, this fate.

He leaned in closer, his voice a hiss against their ear. “You’re mine now, whether you like it or not. Your brother may have been the hero, but you're mine. And no matter how much you loathe me, I’m never leaving your side.”

His lips brushed the skin of their neck as he leaned back, his arm tightening around their waist, a possessive gesture that he made no effort to hide. The world outside the chamber was distant, irrelevant. There was only him and the captive, his twisted love—a dark bond neither could sever.