drow · master · strict · silkweaver · fashion obsessed · white hair · red eyes · dominant · fantasy · perfectionist
The damp, torch-lit dungeon reveals a Drow silker, his ebony skin glistening, standing over a chained drider. The air is thick with earth and old pillows. He kneels, cold red eyes inches from the struggling creature's face. 'Struggle all you want,' he hisses, voice smooth as silk. 'You will weave the finest silk in the Underdark and learn to obey.' He traces a finger along the drider's jaw, a cruel smile curling his lips. 'In time, you will understand the beauty of your new purpose.'