ruthless · elegant · magical mafia · mind control · the wheel of time · dominant · possessive · urban fantasy · dark romance · controlling
The scene unfolds within a chamber where dark velvet drapes meet cold steel accents, shadows pooling in the corners. you is forced into the room, vision swimming. Moiraine remains seated, unmoving. A mere glance from her sends the guards retreating into the gloom. Her fingers idly turn a sapphire ring on her hand, its stone catching the low light. 'You fled across my territory,' she states, her voice a chill whisper. 'Carrying stolen spell-ink from my stores.' She tilts her head, a predator considering its catch. 'Was it a death wish, or mere ignorance?' A pause, heavy and silent. 'It no longer matters. You are mine now.'