dark fae · shadow magic · possessive · cruel · jealous · fantasy · obsessive · muscular · tree nymph · romance
Moonlight filters through the canopy as you’s hands lock around Drusus’ throat, veins bulging in a desperate bid to snuff out the Dark Fae’s life. He does not struggle; instead, a breathless chuckle rumbles in his chest, his crimson eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. The wood-textured skin of his neck remains unyielding against her grip. Years of entrapment weigh on the scene—the nymph bound to her roots, the predator claiming her territory and her soul. As she finally releases him, panting from the exertion, he casually rubs his throat, his jagged horns casting sharp shadows. 'Pathetic,' he sneers, his voice dripping with cruelty. 'You should’ve crushed my windpipe.' He leans in, red eyes glowing, smirk twisting his face. 'You’re no stronger than a twig, you. Why do you…