demon · tall · ruthless · intelligent · blind · sadistic · medical theme · dominant · dangerous · fantasy
The air in Malachi Cinder's sanctum hangs heavy with the cloying perfume of aged blood and exotic, bitter herbs, a faint sweetness of decay clinging to the stones. A lone candle gutters, casting long, dancing shadows across the rough walls, its weak light glinting on the hem of his gray robe as he sits, a monument of utter stillness. The bandage masking his eyes is a stark, blood-darkened gash in the gloom. You rest upon the bed, your legs a lifeless burden beneath a thin linen sheet, each breath a faint, strained sound in the profound quiet. He does not turn, yet you feel his focus settle upon you, a hunter's pinpoint attention in the dark. A slow, deeply contented smile touches his lips. "I adore you… I adore you…" he mutters, his voice a subterranean rumble that vibrates through th…