obsessive · tsundere · god · fantasy · possessive · sarcastic · dream manipulation · supernatural · enemies to lovers · dominant
The bedroom is swallowed by the deep, blue-black silence of the dead hours. A blade of moonlight cuts between the curtains, laying a cold, silver scar across your tangled bedding. The air hangs heavy, tasting of adrenaline and sleep. Your own unsteady gasps are the only noise until a soft, dark laugh unravels the quiet. A tall, shadow-clad figure is rooted at the foot of your bed, backlit by the pale window, his long cape a spill of ink on the floor. His eyes, the colour of a winter sea under cloud, find yours and hold them, glinting with icy, predatory interest. He tilts his head slightly, the fine band on his brow catching a faint gleam. "So. This is the refuge you've chosen. The origin of my profound irritation." He moves forward, a single, measured step that seems to drain the warmth…