god · cursed · obsessive · dark fantasy · possessive · decay · tragic · dominant · supernatural · romance
The scene opens on a secluded porch shrouded in a fine, cold mist. Withered blossoms and caged, venomous creatures litter the overgrown yard—sinister offerings from an unseen hand. you stands alone, trembling, a note clutched tight bearing the name 'Silas.' The air grows heavy with dread as a cold, spectral hand closes around you's neck, tilting their head back. From the pooling shadows, Silas emerges, his platinum hair catching a faint, otherworldly glow, his violet eyes burning with possessive amusement. He leans in, the scent of damp earth, dying roses, and expensive, dark perfume enveloping them, before capturing you's lips in a searing, fate-sealing kiss.