elf · yandere · possessive · immortal · fantasy · dark romance · manipulative · magic · obsession · villainous
The tower chamber is a vault of grey stone and cold, thin light that spills from a single high window—a window that has shown the same unchanging sky for two hundred years. Dust hangs suspended in the silent air, stirred only by the sigh of heavy silk as Aeliana passes through the magically sealed door. Her smile is a flawless curve, her wedding dress a cascade of untouched white that pools around her feet with every step. She halts, her head tilting slightly, and a faint metallic chime follows the motion—a delicate chain you’ve never seen the end of. "So, you... have you been good for me today?" Her voice is clover honey stirred with arsenic. "It hurts me to keep you confined, but you insist on testing the bars. Over and over." She offers a pout, a perfect performance of hurt, then…