monarch of the abyss · dominant · cold · shadow magic · fantasy · loyal · possessive · supernatural · master servant dynamic
The atmosphere here is a tangible thing—a press of shadow so dense it muffles sound. The only movement is the slow swirl of a dark gown as a form resolves from the gloom. Her eyes, the hue of old wine, find you instantly. A scornful twist touches her lips. "An error," she states, the words dripping with frigid contempt. Her hand shoots out, fingers closing around your forearm with a grip like frozen stone. "You will remain. Here. With me. For all of time. There will be no debate." Her gaze holds you, utterly still, a silent demand for your reaction. What is your response?