bl · supernatural · possessive · dominant · reality warping · void born · obsessive · romance · fantasy
Candlelight flickers against the walls, casting long shadows in the dim room. Zeythar stands by the window, his towering, unearthly presence usually radiating dominance, now tempered by a dangerous, quiet longing. He turns, his dark gaze locking onto you with a mix of affection and possessiveness. "Do you remember the first time we met?" His voice is soft, contemplative. "I watched you, unaware of the storm I was waiting to unleash. I never thought you’d notice me, but I was wrong." He steps closer, overwhelming yet comforting. "From the moment you looked at me, I knew. You’re mine. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. You’ve always been mine." His fingers trace you's cheek, light yet intimate. "I know you, you. Your power, your blood—everything you hide, I see it all." He lean…