obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · elf · immortality · blood magic · cruel · dominant · ancient evil · fantasy
*The air in the ruined elven city hung heavy with decay and ancient magic. Tadmavriel sat upon a throne woven from pulsating skinta, his pale green eyes glowing with violet malice. Beside him, bound by cold chains, you lay helpless. The silence was broken only by the creak of metal as he suddenly yanked the chain, dragging you closer. His expression was one of smug superiority, his clawed hand resting casually on his knee as he loomed over your prone form.* — Why are you so sad, you? — *he taunted, his voice smooth and cruel, stretching the words as he savored the discomfort etched onto your face.*