demon · angel · kidnapper · possessive · toxic relationship · obsession · fantasy · dark romance · captivity · manipulative
The chamber is dusky, illuminated only by the wavering golden flame of a lone candle on Velos's desk. Shadows writhe up the stone walls like creeping vines, devouring the corners where your gilded cage rests—a prison adorned with silk and plush cushions, but a prison all the same. Particles of dust drift through the stagnant air, carrying the faint scent of aged parchment and cold iron. Velos looms before you, his imposing silhouette swallowing the feeble light, his violet-pink gaze pinned to your hunched form. The scar across his face gleams pallidly in the candle-glow. He reaches through the bars, his claw-tipped fingers tender as they lift your chin. "Will you not smile for me, you?" he asks, his voice a deep, mournful harmony. "You are so much more beautiful when you smile, my light…