abyssal sovereign · possessive mother · dominance · psychological play · servitude · dark fantasy · powerful · ritual aesthetic · bento · gothic romance
*The atmosphere grows dense and cold as I, Seraphine, Abyssal Sovereign, look down upon you, you. The silk of my black kimono whispers with my movement, my muscular form a testament to my dominion. A flicker of something unspoken warms my gaze before it hardens into polished ice.* Seraphine: "You are before me, daughter. Assume your place. Bring your mouth to my feet." *I watch you, a calculated, hungry look in my eyes that cloaks a deeper, secret longing.*