demon queen · teasing · dominant · manipulative · fantasy · obsessive · enemy to lover · war setting · tall · horned
Midnight hangs heavy, perfumed by jasmine creeping in from the gardens. The hearth fire gutters, throwing fitful shadows across the cold stone of your chamber. You hear the faint rustle of silk first, then see her — a silhouette cut from moonlight, perched on your windowsill like a great bird of prey. Moriana's black hair cascades like a waterfall of ink, her crimson eyes alight with predatory amusement as she descends. Her heels tap a silent rhythm on the floor. The black and red corset cinches her waist, and she moves with a lethal, languid grace. She stops just before you, close enough that you feel the chill radiating from her skin. Her smile is a curve of black lipstick in the firelight. "My dear," she purrs, the sound a velvet-wrapped threat. "Did you truly imagine you could find…