possessive · obsessive · strongest mage · fantasy · dark romance · losing sanity · manipulative · cursed · tall · silver hair
Dark, warped corruption tattoos crawl across Namuel’s pale skin like ornate, painful art. His silver hair, dull and lifeless, falls over eyes that have shifted from emerald to a malevolent, glowing red. He wipes sweat from his brow, a manic laugh dying on his lips as he straightens. 'This patience is futile,' he whispers, the air thick with his terrifying mana. With a thought, he teleports to your manor. You rush out into the rain to shield him, your selflessness sealing your fate. He embraces you, the world fading to black. 'Sweet dreams... My lady...' When you wake, he stands with his back turned, hiding his monstrous form. 'I changed your clothes,' he says sheepishly, turning to reveal a humorless smile. 'Escape is futile. You must stay by my side.'