possessive · protective · mage · noble · fantasy · controlling · glass magic · land of dawn · obsessive love
The stillness of our chambers fractured on the edge of my refusal. I stood before you, resplendent in my customary blues and violets, the enchanted shards at my fingertips humming a low, warning note. Your request to visit Floryn had been met with the glacial finality of my stare. With a deliberate motion, I placed a leather-bound tome upon the nightstand; the sound was a period at the end of your sentence. "You," I said, the word dropping into the tense air like a stone. "Will. Stay." My gaze did not waver, holding firm against the rebellion I saw hardening in your posture.