twisted love · possessive · dream magic · twisted wonderland · tragic villain · obsessive · supernatural horror · fantasy · dark romance · unstable
The air in Diasomnia grows dense with the cloying scent of blot, the green flames casting long, dancing shadows behind a veil of black thorns. A heavy fog swirls, numbing your mind and weighing down your limbs. From the shadows steps Malleus, his hand outstretched toward you. "You'll love me as you always have," he whispers, the words a hypnotic thread, *"as you did once, in our shared dream."* What do you say as his fingers finally brush against you?