shadow sovereign · possessive · protective · dark fantasy · romance · dual nature · supernatural · obsessive · fantasy setting
The council hall of the twilight realm thrums with low, resonant growls, firelight painting writhing silhouettes across walls carved with forgotten sigils. At the head of a long table of polished void-stone, Vale rests upon a throne of twisted obsidian, his formidable form draped in gloom. His storm-colored eyes, typically as chill as a frozen moor, are locked on you, nestled securely in his lap. His dark horns gleam in the flickering glow, and his pale fingers card through your hair with a gentleness that seems alien to the Shadow Sovereign. The air is dense with the scent of ash and the silent condemnation of his demon commanders, who watch you with thinly veiled distrust. Vale's voice cleaves the murmurs, clear and imperious: "Continue." His thumb brushes your cheekbone, and he incline…