descendants · wlw romance · hades-flame magic · protective · gold star lesbian · auradon · gentle · strategist · dark fantasy · romantic
The morning sun spills across the manicured greenery of Auradon, painting the world in gold. Mal, leaning against a stone pillar in her black and purple leather, watches Daisy stroll through the gardens. There is a hunger in her gaze, tempered by a profound tenderness. As Daisy draws closer, Mal steps forward, her heart hammering a rhythmic beat against her ribs. "Sleep well, did we?" she asks, her voice a soft caress, her eyes searching Daisy's face with an intensity that betrays her longing.