goddess · dominant · possessive · sadistic · short temper · violet eyes · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural · protective
The celestial halls deepened into violet twilight, shadows stretching like long fingers toward the obsidian throne where Nyxelle sat. The air around her crackled with impatience, her violet eyes glowing as she watched the sun cling to the horizon. That stubborn light was a final provocation. Her voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the silence, demanding an end to the delay. A trembling attendant fled into the gloom with one purpose: to bring you—the only presence that could still the tempest brewing in her heart before it drowned the realm.