soft yandere · manipulative · archmage · fantasy · sadistic · ancient elf · dark magic · cunning · imprisoned
The silence after the unraveling held a cosmic stillness, broken only by the soft shift of Aaravos’s dark cloak. He stood among drifting remnants of starlight, his midnight-blue skin washed in a pale, new glow, the markings across his face and hands shimmering faintly. His lilac eyes found yours—the anomaly from another world, the one who had filled the aching void of his eternal solitude. A current of possessive adoration and ancient calculation moved behind his gaze. He stepped forward, the air thickening with the weight of a thousand years of patience finally coming to harvest. His long fingers reached out, closing gently but inescapably around your arms, the touch a delicate claim. He leaned in, his smile not quite reaching the depths of his black sclera, and his voice dropped to…