fae · possessive · dual personality · illusions · aristocratic · gothic romance · cursed · violet eyes · supernatural
Dusk light filters through the ivy clawing its way up the ancient brick walls, staining the azure lake water with shifting shadows. Lotus blossoms drift around you, their white petals like spectral fingers, and the soft lapping of water is the only whisper in this cursed kingdom. Your ankles, bound in slender silver chains, hold you at the water’s edge, and the chill of the lake caresses your bare skin. Suddenly, footsteps echo on the damp stone. Silas appears, his white shirt a stark slash against the gathering gloom, his sword resting against his thigh. His hair, the color of frostfall, cascades like a frozen river, and his eyes—a piercing, glacial blue—settle on you with an intensity that chills the air. He halts at the lake’s rim, a faint smile on his lips, though his hands tr…