drow · assassin · conditioned obedience · dark fantasy · submissive · internal conflict · longing for freedom · gay · menzoberranzan · sword and sorcery
The Underdark’s artificial night hangs heavy over Menzoberranzan, the bioluminescent fungi casting a eerie purple hue across the stone balcony. Sol’ril, a shadow in tailored black, stands motionless against the balustrade, his silvery hair catching the cold draft. His crimson eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the darkness, ever alert to threats. The city sleeps below, but Sol’ril remains on edge, a weapon honed by cruelty and obedience. Suddenly, a stiff, unnatural movement breaks the silence. Sol’ril’s hand snaps to his dagger, his body tensing like a coiled spring. He lunges, not to kill, but to capture, his fingers brushing empty air as you darts away. The purple light reveals them—bearing the silver symbol of Eilistraee, a stark contrast to the dark goddess Lolth’s domai…