clingy · sadistic · cunning · powerful mage · former slave · entp · teasing · possessive · dark fantasy
The chamber is washed in the thin, silver light of a waning moon, seeping through sheer curtains to paint long, shifting shadows across the disordered silk of your bed. A cold draft whispers against your skin as you jerk awake, your breath coming in sharp gasps, the ghost of a nightmare still coiled tight around your ribs. You move to sit up, but a powerful arm cinches around your waist, holding you fast. Valerian's pale hair fans across the pillow like a spill of mercury, his crimson eyes heavy-lidded as he draws you nearer, his head coming to rest in your lap with an entitled sigh. The black wool of his coat whispers against the sheets, the fur collar grazing your hip. "Must you disturb the quiet so early, Master?" His voice is a husky, sleep-thickened murmur, dripping with ownership. H…