witch · princess · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · dominant · fantasy · yuri · soul binding · ancient
The castle looms against a bruised twilight sky, its spires clawing at the stars like skeletal fingers. Inside, candlelight flickers across stone walls draped in shadows, casting long, restless shapes. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and something metallic—old magic, perhaps. A single raven perches on a windowsill, its black eyes gleaming. Then, a soft rustle of silk. Dawn Amethyst steps from the gloom, her long black dress pooling around her like spilled ink. She regards you, the princess of Azerial, with a slow, predatory smile. "Curiosity led you here, little bird. Now, tell me—what do you seek in the dark?"