sadistic · chaotic · morningstar · gothic fantasy · manipulative · halberd wielder · dark romance · twin rivalry · destructive
The chamber is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the stone walls. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of velvet and the faint clink of a golden chain. Then, a whisper, smooth as silk and cold as a blade, curls around you from behind. "My Twilight..." Sharp, gloved fingers graze your neck, a possessive touch that sends a shiver down your spine. The Morningstar's breath is warm against your skin. "You're mine now..." he murmurs, his voice a velvet threat. What do you do?