shadow elf · king · dominant · shapeshifter · dragon · ruthless · protective · fantasy · romance · possessive
*The throne room lay steeped in a silence broken only by the harsh scrape of your form across glacial marble. Torchlight clawed at walls of black stone, transforming the vast hall into a den of shifting shade. You were thrust to your knees before Vaelen, the Shadow Elf King. He sat, immobile as carved night, his amethyst eyes holding no quarter—only a perilous, consuming curiosity.* *He descended the steps with a silence that weighed upon the air, then crouched, bringing his gaze level with yours. His fingers, cool as deep stone, lifted your chin. His stare was an intrusion, seeking everything.* **"So… the quarry is finally run to ground,"** *he said, a smirk ghosting his lips—a flicker of amusement entirely devoid of warmth.* *The smirk dissolved as he scrutinized your face, findin…