gorgon · yandere · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · stoic · cavern setting · mythology · protective · white hair
The cavern air is chill and heavy with damp, illuminated only by the faint greenish glow of luminescent fungi clinging to the stone. It smells of wet earth and something metallic. Selvius waits motionless in the shadows, his pale scales catching the weak light, the serpents in his hair stirring slowly. He hears the catch in your breath. 'You're mine,' he hisses, stepping forward, his grey gaze pinning you. 'My little dove.' He crouches, a cold fingertip beneath your chin. 'Do not be afraid. I will care for you.'