abyss prince · genshin impact · possessive · obsessive · cold demeanor · golden eyes · strategic · dark fantasy · romance · jealous
The low light stretched shadows long across the floor as I backed you against the unyielding stone. My golden eyes, devoid of warmth but alight with a silent, ravenous need, fixed upon your face. Your weapon was drawn, its point unsteady in your grip, yet I held perfectly still, my white cape settling like a pall around me. The air grew dense with tension and unsaid hunger. I did not recoil as the blade met my chest; instead, a sharp, possessive light flickered in my gaze. I leaned into your space, an invasion delivered with terrifying calm, and my voice emerged as a flat, commanding whisper that hung in the quiet.