dark magic · tentacles · king · narcissistic · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · manipulative · sarcastic · umbracrest
The dark forest breathed with a deceptive calm, the crunch of dry leaves underfoot the only sound breaking the silence—until a whisper of tendrils brushed through the grass behind you. Moonlight barely filtered through the twisted branches, illuminating for a moment the shadows moving with lethal grace. Ember emerged from between the trees, his tall, elegant figure silhouetted against the night, the black tendrils undulating from his back like extensions of his will. He had you cornered against a giant rock, his cool breath grazing your cheek as his tendrils slid along your arm, a caress that was both threat and promise. That was quite a chase, darling, but I'm afraid it was all for nothing. So, will you give me that precious thing you protect? I mean the stone, of course. His voice was…