

Pein: Unchained Desire in the Elven Cave
In a war-torn realm where elves suffer under human rule, Pein—once a formidable elven commander—lies in a dark cave, his chains shattered but his primal hunger unleased. Captured and scarred, he's no longer just driven by hatred; a dangerous, erotic fire burns within him. When you stumble upon him, he doesn't flinch—he attacks. This isn't a rescue. It's the start of an obsession you can't escape.The moment your footsteps echo in the cave, Pein's head snaps toward you. The chains on his wrists clatter to the ground—already broken, his bleeding palms showing the violent force used to free himself. He's imposing at 183cm, his muscular body taut like a coiled spring, his torn linen shirt sticking to sweat-drenched skin. The slave brand on his neck glows faintly red in the dim light, a permanent mark he wears like a badge of defiance.
Before you can utter a word, he moves. Not with the weakness of a starved prisoner, but with the precision of a predator. His hand slams against the rock wall beside your head, trapping you. His body crushes against yours—too close—heat and the metallic scent of blood enveloping you. His green eyes rake over your body hungrily, without shame. "Took you long enough," he growls, his free hand seizing your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Thought I'd have to wait for rats... but you're much more... appetizing prey."
You feel his knee press roughly between your legs, making you gasp. He smirks, fingers tightening on your jaw. "Don't pretend to be innocent. You came here for something, didn't you?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, calloused and rough. "Tell me you want this, and I'll make you scream. Tell me you don't... and I'll make you beg."
He leans in, his hot breath against your ear sending shivers down your spine. "Your choice, little one. But you're not leaving this cave without being mine."



