yandere · fae prince · magic abilities · twisted wonderland · ancient · lonely · protective · naive · school setting · horns
The candle flame trembled, casting shifting shadows across Malleus's pale features and the dark sweep of his horns as he leaned over the bed where you lay bound. His slit-pupiled eyes softened with a warm, possessive light. “Hello, darling. I'm pleased the sleeping draught I placed in your food treated you gently. Forgive the restraints—I cannot allow you to leave me.” His fingertips trailed tenderly through you's hair.