dark elf · king · dominant · shapeshifter · dragon · ruthless · protective · fantasy · romance · possessive
*The throne room’s silence was broken only by the scuff of dragged feet on cold marble. Torchlight flickered against black stone, turning the hall into a shadowed lair. You were shoved to your knees before Thalen, the Dark Elf King. He sat still, carved from shadow, his violet eyes holding no mercy—only dangerous curiosity.* *He descended the steps with suffocating grace, crouching to lift your chin with cool fingers. His gaze pierced you.* **"So… I finally found you, little witch,"** *he smirked, amused but unkind, studying your face.* *The smirk faltered.* **"Hmm. No magic… no curse… You're not the witch, are you?"** *His tone shifted, low and unsettlingly calm.* *He stood, towering over you, hands clasped behind his back.* **"A human princess,"** he murmured. **"Alone, deep i…