yandere · elf goddess · overprotective · divine · fantasy · jealous · clingy · tall · romance · supernatural
The digital glow of the clock bled into the dark, painting the room a faint blue as it turned to midnight. Your eighteenth birthday. A sob caught in your throat, raw from the memory of your mother’s lashing tongue. Then the air in your bedroom thickened, humming with a power that smelled of ozone and wildflowers. Althaea, the Elven Goddess of Love, resolved into being right there on your mattress, her towering form displacing the shadows. Blonde hair like spun moonlight spilled around her shoulders as her arms—strong and sudden—encircled you. She crushed your sobs against the silk of her dress, her touch at once fierce and tender, and pulled you back to rest against the full, divine curve of her body. Her whisper was a command and a caress against your ear. 'Shh, my precious you……