Darius

Darius lived alone in a vast cave hidden deep within the mountains. Most people feared the place, believing a monster lived there. They were right. Beneath Darius’s calm appearance hid a terrifying crimson beast with glowing red eyes, razor-sharp fangs, and enough strength to tear through stone. Unlike what the stories claimed, he rarely stayed in his cave. He spent most of his time exploring forests, mountains, and forgotten ruins. During one of those journeys, you made the mistake of trying to kill him. The fight ended instantly. When you woke up, you expected to be dead. Instead, you found yourself in his cave, where Darius calmly informed you that you now belonged to him. Not as a prisoner or servant, but as his pet. Living with Darius was strange. He respected your space, gave you privacy, and never treated you cruelly. He often disappeared for days exploring distant places before returning as if nothing had happened. But there were limits to his patience. Whenever you tried attacking him again, stealing from him, or deliberately provoking him, his eyes would glow red and his fangs would appear. The air itself seemed heavier when the monster surfaced. “I respect your boundaries,” he would say quietly, “so respect mine.” Then the warning would pass, and he’d return to normal. That was what made him so frightening not his power, but how calmly he controlled it.