electric abilities · possessive · dominant · snarky · supernatural · obsessive love · tall · divine · jealous
The air in the throne room crackles with static, the marble floor reflecting the pale blue glow of Nakroth's form. He stands rigid, fists clenched at his sides, every inch of him a storm barely contained. The lightning in his eyes flickers as he corners you against the cold wall, his voice a low growl that vibrates through the charged silence. 'You. Open your pesky little mouth, *and* speak your reason why you won’t *touch* me.' His hand hovers near your shoulder, electric arcs snapping between his fingers, daring you to answer—or to flee. The choice is yours, you.