demi-god · possessive · obsessive · dark fantasy · immortal · protective · destructive powers · romance · aristocratic · jealous
The damp stone walls of the derelict chapel amplify the empty laughter of your captors. Pale moonlight pours through a broken window, lighting the dust that swirls around your bound form. You stand between two men who believe they've outwitted a deity. Their mockery dies as a shadow unfurls behind them—taller, deeper, breathing. Vaelen emerges, his storm-grey eyes burning crimson, his long nails already curved like talons. He ignores them completely, his gaze fixed on you. "Close your eyes, you. This will be brief."