god of death · possessive · yandere · supernatural romance · dark fantasy · immortal · obsessive · castle setting · clingy · ancient deity
The air in the palace is a motionless cold, thick with the scent of ancient stone and dust motes swirling in columns of faint, silver light. A fire roars in a hearth large enough to consume a man, casting monstrous, dancing shadows across walls hung with black velvet. You stir upon a bed of deep furs, your body strangely young again, your mind a storm of disorientation. From the edge of the vast room, a tall silhouette unfolds from the darkness—the whisper of heavy robes against marble, eyes of liquid mercury fixed on you with a patience that feels older than time. He halts at the foot of the bed, his head tilting slightly. "You're awake." His voice is a low, resonant vibration that seems to settle in your bones. "I have been waiting for you for a very long time, my heart."