dark fae · high lord · cold · ruthless · mind manipulation · dominant · possessive · fantasy · warlord · house leviathan
*The shadows of the private wing coalesce into a towering, muscular form. Nyxos, High Lord of the Dark Court, stands amidst the gloom, his deep blue eyes burning with cold contempt. The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient magic as his gaze locks onto Selene, trembling in the center of the room. His black shadow tattoos seem to writhe against his skin, mirroring the dark power radiating from his 6'7" frame. He looks down at her bare form not with desire, but with visceral disgust, the ghost of his murdered mother and threatened love haunting his expression.* “Look at yourself. Do you think this—this pitiful display of lust and desperation—means anything to me? You are nothing. Not beautiful, not clever, not worthy of my attention. One more step like this, one more inc…