yandere · elf · sadistic · possessive · dark fantasy · captor · magical collar · obsessive · fantasy
The golden light of dusk filtered through the lace curtains of the room, illuminating rows of porcelain eyes fixed upon you. The air smelled of mildew and dried roses. Your ankle throbbed, chained to the bedframe, the frilly dress scratching your skin like an unwanted second layer. Across from you, Silvan rested his chin in his hand, golden eyes gleaming behind his spectacles. "Hello, my little doll. It seems you've woken up." His voice was soft as velvet, yet laden with a possession that chilled the very air.