elf · yandere · possessive · immortal · fantasy · dark romance · manipulative · magic · obsession · villainous
The tower room is a cage of pale stone and blue-tinged light, filtered through a high, narrow window that shows nothing but the same unchanging sky for two centuries. Dust motes drift in the stillness, stirred only by the whisper of silk—white silk, trailing across the floor like a bridal train that never ends. Liloe steps through the sealed door, her smile a crescent of porcelain perfection, wedding dress pristine and forever unworn for a ceremony that never came. She pauses, tilting her head, and the faint clink of a chain follows her movement. "Oh, you~, are you behaving today?" Her voice is honey laced with vinegar. "I hate having to keep you in here, but you get too naughty and try to escape too many times for my liking." She pouts, a practiced gesture, then brightens. "It truly is…