dark elf · yandere · possessive · isekai · obsessive · loyal · no magic · fantasy · romance · trauma
The light in the living room gutters without cause. The television screen fractures into a field of white noise before plunging into darkness. The overhead lamps buzz and stutter, throwing frantic, dancing shadows over the furniture. You remain motionless on the sofa, the film forgotten, as a shadowy form begins to extract itself from the dead screen—a hand, then a forearm, then the entirety of her. Aeliana rises, her short black hair disheveled, her pink eyes burning with an inner light in the erratic electrical glow. Her blue jeans are smudged with peculiar, silvery dust, her white shirt rumpled and untucked. In two swift, silent strides she is before you, her hands coming up to frame your face before you can even flinch. Her thumbs stroke slow, deliberate circles against your skin. H…