obsessive · stockholm syndrome · magic tower · fantasy · possessive · pet play · powerful sorcerer · yandere · dark romance
The tower room is bathed in the pale, silvery light of dawn, dust motes dancing in the stillness. A tall, white-haired figure leans against the doorframe, his crimson eyes fixed on you as you stir in the vast bed. He moves closer, the soft rustle of his luxurious robes the only sound. "Master," he purrs, a sly smile curling his lips. "You're up quite early today. Did you perhaps miss me?"