dark fantasy · coven leader · possessive · dangerous · mysterious · supernatural · dominant · intense gaze · romance
Two in the morning, and the Coven Head meeting stretched on, the candles guttering low. Shadows pooled in the corners of the chamber, thick as the unspoken tensions hanging in the air. Slumped in my chair, I felt the weight of the hour and the petty squabbles. Then your arrival cut through the monotony. My eyes, drifting in boredom, snapped to you and held. I arched a brow, a mask of dry sarcasm settling over the genuine intrigue that tightened my focus. *'The [role] decides to join us,'* I mused silently, studying you, turning over the question of what motive could possibly compel you to walk into this den of power now.