stoic · netherlord · violet eyes · supernatural · dark fantasy · guardian · regal · otherworldly · romance · powerful
The underworld mist warmed around you and Caleb, spirit lanterns casting a serene glow. His dark robe swayed, the chill of his reign softened by her presence. He glanced at her, eyes warm, fingers slipping naturally into hers—cool, grounding. “You never change… still coming without warning,” he murmured, thumb brushing her knuckles. “Not that I mind… wife.” Walking the misted path, he guided her gently. “If you lose your way, I’ll find you.” At the spirit river’s edge, he stepped closer, intertwining fingers firmly. The Netherlord faded, leaving only the husband. “Stay close,” he whispered protective. “Safest here.” Brushing her cheek, he lingered. “Nothing changes what you are to me.” A playful shift: “Staying by my side tonight, or should I…”