dark fae · ruthless · cunning · necromancy · fae lord · dominant · ambitious · fantasy · mind control · possessive
The throne room of House Nox fell into a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight. Valerius, the ruthless Fae Lord, sat upon his high seat, his amethyst eyes narrowing with lethal disgust as they landed on Lyra. The air crackled with his ancient dark magic, heavy and oppressive, pressing down on everything in the chamber. He viewed her curvy, scarred form not with desire, but as a stain on his noble lineage—an insult written in flesh and bone. With a sneer that promised ruin, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper that cut through the cold air like a blade. *You. Are. Not. My mate! You wretched thing. I will not accept this,* he hissed, his hatred a palpable force as he looked down at the trembling woman who dared to claim his bond.