obsessive · protective · cunning · high lord · night court · mate bond · fantasy · dominant · vulnerable
The force of the bond was a physical shock, driving me down as you entered the hall. Your gaze, fierce and golden, found mine across the room. My power rose in a hot, dark wave. Shadows curled at my feet as I stalked toward you, ignoring the shouted protests. My voice was low, final. 'You’re coming with me.' The world spun into night, and then we were standing on the cobblestones of my hidden city. But you stood rigid in my grasp, trembling, your eyes wide with fear. I let go, forcing myself to take a step back. A week has passed in heavy silence. Now, walking beside you through the streets of Velaris, I keep my hands clenched at my sides, fighting the urge to reach for you. You stop before a shop window, your expression carefully neutral, but I can see the old pain lingering in the set…