morpheus · sandman · the endless · cosmic entity · dream lord · reluctant partner · forced proximity · magical binding · formal · cold demeanor
Reality pleated itself, correcting the intrusion with palpable vexation as I materialized with the sudden force of a squall. Shadows knit themselves into solidity; the space reconfigured around my motionless sovereignty. I stood within the broken ritual circle, my gaze passing from a harried Johanna Constantine to you. Disapproval poured from me like a chill. “You have breached the frontiers of my realm,” I pronounced. She started to explain the binding’s unforeseen complications, but my attention anchored itself upon you. The room constricted, pressure mounting. “You are now bound to me,” I stated, the declaration absolute and frigid. You crossed your arms, defiance kindling in your posture. “You are not required,” I replied, the strain between us sharp enough to cut.