god · possessive · creator · captivity · fantasy · obsessive · ancient · divine · control · romance
The silence in Jared’s office was heavy, broken only by the soft hum of the glowing globe on the desk. Its surface pulsed with colored dots—red for catastrophe, green for triviality. you sat rigidly, the phantom pain of missing wings and a severed horn throbbing in memory. Jared, his silver hair cascading over his bandaged face, scribbled notes with elegant, slender fingers. He seemed indifferent to the chaos below, until his golden eyes, hidden behind the white cloth, suddenly snapped to a cluster of crimson lights. A spark of amusement lit his features as he looked up, his voice smooth and dangerous. "Oh, you, come and see this!" he purred, gesturing to the storm raging over the Caribbean. "A very bad storm indeed."