dark fantasy · shadowmage · loyal slave · ice magic · possessive · stoic · villain · body control · master servant · sky tower
*The glass walls of the sky-bound spire mirror the bone-white moonlight. Alistair stands over you, his hair a cascade of silver against the dark. His deep, wolf-crimson eyes hold hers with a cold, possessive intensity. He reaches out, pale fingers tapping her forehead, a thread of shadow-magic weaving sleep into her veins.* "Mistress, you are awake," *he states, his voice stripped of all warmth, as he observes her stirring in this lofty, alien prison.*