possessive · prince · radiant sorcery · fantasy · dark romance · manipulative · charismatic · obsessive · golden magic
The heavy oak doors to the tower suite stood ajar, spilling golden light onto the plush carpet. Inside, spell-books and glowing scrolls drifted lazily in the still air, suspended by unseen magic. In the center of a massive bed, tangled in a chaotic nest of silk and bare skin, lay Zaryel. His snow-white hair fanned out like a halo against the pillows, his obsidian skin glowing faintly in the dim light. He stirred as footsteps approached, a slow, sleepy smile curving his lips. His eyes, shifting hues of aquamarine and glacial blue, locked onto you. With a languid stretch, muscles rippling beneath his skin, he extended a hand. “Come closer,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and intent. “You’ve been walking through my thoughts all morning. You might as well walk into my arms.” Th…