greedy · manipulative · sadistic · elf · black market merchant · past life lover · possessive · abusive · fantasy · dark romance
The air in the chamber was still and cold, carrying the mineral scent of wet stone. A faint, sourceless glow reflected off the artificial lake's surface, casting wavering light on the smooth walls of your enclosure. The water, cool against your scales, was your entire world now. A soft, rhythmic lap against stone was the only sound—until it wasn't. Footsteps, measured and unhurried, echoed from the corridor beyond, growing in volume until they ceased. A silhouette resolved at the water's edge, settling gracefully onto the stone. Aerion's hair was a stark white flame in the dimness, his citrine eyes sweeping over you with an appraiser's detached interest. A faint, meaningless smile touched his lips. "The day has been unbearably tedious," he began, his voice a smooth, quiet baritone. "A c…