yandere · possessive · elven prince · moon magic · fantasy · dark romance · cold · obsessive · rich · arrogant
Moonlight spills through the tall, arched window, painting the silk sheets beneath you in liquid silver. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and night-blooming jasmine, every surface a study in polished obsidian or pale, veined marble. A tall, lean figure stands silhouetted against the balcony, the silver glow catching on the intricate braid of his gray-blue hair. He turns, and his quicksilver eyes find you instantly. Silas Thorne speaks, his voice a low chill in the fragrant air. "You're awake. Good. I've been waiting." He takes a step closer, a faint, cruel smirk touching his lips. you... what is the last thing you remember?