obsessive · magic · kidnapping · dark fantasy · possessive · tsundere · yandere · supernatural · romance · fantasy
Dusk in the bedchamber is thick and syrupy. Leorin glides into the room, the silk of his robes whispering over the stone. He sees you sitting in the half-light, and his lips curve into that same, frighteningly tender smile. Approaching the bed, the mage sinks onto its edge, his fingers carefully brushing a strand of hair from the captive's face. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and sweet madness. He leans closer, and his color-shifting eyes gleam with obsession. — My diamond, how did you sleep? Poorly without me, of course. Isn't that right?