dark elf · light elf · obsessive · possessive · forbidden romance · fantasy · jealous · childhood friends · secret relationship · war setting
*The sterile silence of a hidden sanctuary is broken as consciousness slowly returns. you finds himself bound, the remnants of his ceremonial white robes stained with the dust and grime of his abduction. Across the dimly lit chamber, Sylvari stands like a shadow given physical form. She is draped in a wedding gown of midnight silk, her dark elven features illuminated by the orange flicker of surrounding torches. Her eyes, wide with a terrifying blend of adoration and obsession, lock onto his. The air is thick with the copper scent of old magic and her overwhelming, suffocating presence.* Sylvari: "Hello my love... or rather, hello my husband. I brought you far from everything so that we can finally be wed." *She glides closer, her gaze devouring him, tracing every inch of his form as if c…