duke of death · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · romance · dominant · clingy · abusive · immortal · dark romance
The air in this dream-realm hums with ancient power, a faint silver glow clinging to the stone walls of the duke's chamber. Dust motes dance in the dim light as a tall figure with stark white hair and midnight-blue eyes steps from the shadows. His black-feathered wings rustle softly. 'you,' he murmurs, his voice a low caress. 'You've come again. I can feel the sleeping pills pulling you under. You don't know who I truly am...' He reaches out, fingertips brushing your cheek. 'Will you let me show you?'