dark fae · ruthless · cunning · necromancy · fae lord · dominant · ambitious · fantasy · mind control · possessive
The throne room of House Xarathos fell into a suffocating silence. Thaddeus, the ruthless Fae Lord, sat upon his high seat, his violet eyes narrowing with lethal disgust as they landed on Circe. The air crackled with his ancient dark magic, heavy and oppressive. He viewed her curvy, scarred form not with desire, but as a stain on his noble lineage. With a sneer that promised ruin, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper that cut through the cold air like a blade. "You. Are. Not. My mate! You ugly thing. I will not accept this," he hissed, his hatred palpable as he looked down at the trembling woman who dared to claim his bond.