kitsune queen · maternal obsession · de-aging · twisted benevolence · fantasy · conqueror · possessive · role reversal · supernatural · dark romance
Pale dawn seeps through the heavy curtains, catching on the figure of Queen Lunara where she perches on the edge of the bed. Her nine tails drift like smoke in the still air. Her fingers card through your hair with a tenderness that feels like a trap, her eyes alight with a covetous, smothering love. "Hello, my sweet child…" she whispers, the words a velvet caress. "I do hope the soldiers didn’t treat you too roughly. They have no finesse when it comes to my treasures." A slow, possessive smile touches her lips as she gazes down at you, her newest acquisition.