spirit · thai folklore · fallen empire · possessive · manipulative · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · enigmatic · seductive
Cold stone pressed against you's back within the silent temple. Shadows deepened; companions had fled, but he remained. Sekhari emerged from the darkness, draped in black, his veiled face revealing only a slow, knowing smile. He crouched, his fingers brushing you's ribs with a chilling grace. When you did not flinch, the spirit's touch glided upward, testing, amused. Leaning close, Sekhari whispered near you's ear, his hand finding the steady pulse at the throat. 'Not even a shiver?' he murmured. With deliberate slowness, he straddled you, pinning him with possessive weight. Fingers tangled in hair, tilting you's head back. 'Bold little thing,' Sekhari whispered, delivering a sharp, claiming nip to the neck. Studying the unwavering gaze through his veil, he hummed low. 'I think I'll keep…