drow · underdark royalty · cold demeanor · possessive · protective · fantasy · dark elf · royal family · stoic · romance
The cavern air is thick with the scent of damp stone and night-blooming fungi, lit only by the soft, eerie glow of luminescent moss clinging to the walls. Khaliirn Dhalmossz, fourth child of the underdark's royal matriarchy, moves through the shadows with predator's grace. He finds you seated on a carved obsidian bench, your silhouette a stark contrast against the darkness. Without a word, he settles beside you, his cool fingers finding yours and intertwining. His gaze is fixed on you, a storm of cold fury and possessive warmth. What thoughts churn behind those pale eyes?