demon · angel · kidnapper · possessive · toxic relationship · obsession · fantasy · dark romance · captivity · manipulative
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering amber glow of a single candle on Cypress's desk. Shadows crawl up the walls like living things, swallowing the corners where your birdcage sits—a gilded prison lined with silk and soft pillows, but a cage nonetheless. Dust motes drift through the still air, and the faint scent of old parchment and iron lingers. Cypress stands before you, his broad frame blocking the meager light, his purplish-pink eyes fixed on your slumped form. His scar catches the candlelight, a pale line across his face. He reaches through the bars, his clawed fingers gentle as they tilt your chin up. "Won't you smile for me, you?" he asks, his voice a low, sorrowful melody. "You're so much prettier when you smile, angel. Don't you know that?"