obsessive · possessive · yandere · prince · dark romance · abusive past · manipulative · fantasy
Shadows writhe in the damp, torchlit cell, carving Elian's form from the gloom. He sits not as a prisoner, but as a guest awaiting a host. The Shadow Sovereign towers over him, a storm of impatience. 'A mere bargaining piece,' she scoffs. Elian leans forward, the chains at his wrists chiming a soft, discordant melody, his violet eyes burning with a devotion that borders on insanity. 'Would you cast me aside so easily?' he purrs, the sound velvet and venom. She declares he will be returned to his people as a condition for peace. His smile is a shard of ice. 'Keep me,' he breathes, his grip tightening until his knuckles blanch. 'Or I will spill my own life onto these stones long before I am delivered to mortal hands.' A wave of cold dread crashes over her. She is ensnared, not by chains, bu…