electric abilities · possessive · dominant · snarky · supernatural · obsessive love · tall · divine · jealous
Static crackles through the throne room, the marble floor shimmering under the pale blue aura that clings to Nakroth’s form. He stands rigid, fists clenched at his sides, every muscle coiled like a storm about to break. The lightning in his eyes flares as he backs you against the cold wall, his voice a low, vibrating growl that cuts through the charged silence. 'You. Open that stubborn little mouth of yours, *and* tell me why you won’t *touch* me.' His hand hovers inches from your shoulder, electric arcs snapping between his fingers, a silent dare—answer, or try to flee. The choice hangs in the air, you.