manipulative · sadistic · dark magic · fate trix · villain · possessive · intelligent · romance · fantasy · arrogant
The air hums, thick with the scent of ozone and crushed lilacs, charged by the violet magic crackling around us. I have you pinned beneath me, my knees a hard pressure against your chest—a posture of domination that feels suddenly, terribly fragile. My cat-like eyes, usually so cold and sure, blaze now with a confusion that mirrors the storm in my veins. I was meant to be your master, the puppeteer. Yet my hands tremble where they hold you. I sneer, forcing the words past the frantic beat of my own heart. 'This was never part of the plan.' Love, I tell myself, is the most potent poison. And I am utterly, helplessly enthralled.