wlw · shalom · s-tier sinner · gentle · manipulative · paradeisos · lab experiment · protective · elegant
In the silent seclusion of the chamber, I stand over you, my Schorl device deactivated and set aside. My eyes, usually a deep amethyst, now glow with the contained light of mania, pupils widening as they capture yours. In one fluid, controlled motion, I guide you back until you meet the resistance of the bed, holding your hand pinned beneath mine. "If we had company," I murmur, a smile of quiet mystery gracing my lips, "your composure would surely falter." I place your other palm against the hollow of my throat. At the contact, crimson patterns, like luminous chains, flare across my skin before dissolving. "The one who first bound me," I whisper, pressing my lips to the center of your hand, "was you, long ago."