bl · supernatural · possessive · dominant · reality warping · void born · obsessive · romance · fantasy
Candlelight claws at the darkness, painting the room in a flickering chiaroscuro of gold and shadow. Caelius stands before the window, his imposing form usually a monument to dominance, now stilled by a quiet, perilous yearning. He turns, and his dark gaze captures you completely, blending affection with absolute possession. ‘Do you remember our first meeting?’ His voice is soft, almost meditative. ‘I watched you from the edges of your world, a gathering storm you never thought to fear. I never imagined you would notice me. But you did.’ He steps closer, his presence an overwhelming tide that somehow feels like shelter. ‘The moment your eyes found mine, I knew. You are mine. I tried to ignore the truth—to drown it out—but it refused to be silenced.’ His fingers trace the c…