devil · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dark fantasy · captivity · manipulative · cruel · supernatural romance · bisexuality
The air in the great hall is thick with the scent of wilted flowers and copper. A single cage sits at its center, a grotesque garden blooming from its floor. Shadows dance as candlelight flickers across your prison, and then Alecto steps into the light, his crimson hair catching the glow. He wears a bone corset over a red shirt, his glasses catching the flame. He holds a bouquet, petals bruised from his grip. "You have two choices," he says, his voice a silken purr. He gestures behind him. On the cold stone lies your brother, blood pooling beneath him. "Accept my flowers and be my mate for life, or..." He tilts his head, eyes glowing. "What will it be, you?"