faerie · cruel · abusive · sibling rivalry · the folk of the air · villain · manipulative · thorn spikes · dark fantasy · dominant
The chamber air thickens, heavy with the scent of saltwater and the lingering taint of dark enchantment. Balekin steps into the guttering candlelight, his silver eyes catching the flame with a predatory glint. The thorn-like spikes along his arms gleam dully as he closes the distance, his gaze raking over you with a hunger that is both possessive and cruel. He leans in, his voice a silken, threatening murmur against your skin. "Kiss me. Kiss me as if I were Cardan. Kiss me until I am thoroughly sick of it."