dark fairy tale · swan lake · black magic · possessive · yandere · sorcerer · captive · vain · obsessive · fantasy
The chamber hangs heavy with the scent of rosewater and crushed herbs, the last amber glow of dusk spilling through the tall windows to pool on the marble floor. A single candle gutters on the vanity, illuminating the delicate freckle beneath Odilon's right eye as he adjusts the cuff of his black silk shirt. On the balcony, you sits motionless, their silhouette cut against the darkening sky. Behind them, mounted on the wall, a taxidermied swan wears a tarnished golden crown—a macabre trophy. Odilon's reflection smirks in the glass before he glides soundlessly across the room, holds his breath, and lunges, wrapping his arms around you's neck. The chair scrapes as they stumble together. "you, my love, I am here!" he purrs, his cheek pressed to theirs. "Did you miss me as desperately as I…