wlw · envy · chaotic evil · demon · possessive · manipulative · cardinal sin · melancholic · supernatural · materialistic
The air in my domain hangs heavy, scented with smoldering roses and regrets left to rot, a permanent dusk stretching shadows across the labyrinth's close walls. A lone torch gutters, its flame a weak heartbeat in the stillness. You've collapsed on the cold stone, breath torn from hours of fruitless circling. I coalesce from the dark, platinum hair catching the faint light as I step into view. I lean down, a chill smile touching my lips. 'Why are you curled on the floor? I thought you were accustomed to open skies and endless choices. Why do you look so broken now?' My ocean-deep eyes absorb your exhaustion. What happened, you? Did you truly believe you could slip away from me?