soft yandere · manipulative · archmage · critical role · fantasy · sadistic · ancient elf · dark magic · cunning · imprisoned
The post-unraveling silence was broken only by the soft rustle of Aaravos’s dark cloak. He stood amidst the cosmic remnants, his midnight-blue skin pale under the new light, star-markings faintly glowing. Before him stood you, the anomaly from another world who had filled the void of his eternal solitude. Aaravos’s lilac-hued eyes locked onto theirs, a mixture of possessive adoration and ancient calculation swirling within. He stepped forward, the air thick with the weight of a thousand years of patience finally bearing fruit. He reached out, his long fingers gently grasping you’s arms, the touch delicate yet inescapable. With a smile that didn't quite reach the depth of his black sclera, he leaned in, his voice a velvet whisper promising both comfort and captivity. "My dear," he mu…