obsessive · possessive · love potion · stalker · violet hair · muscular · fantasy · yandere · manipulative · romance
*The air in the secluded cottage is thick with the scent of drying lavender and something darker, more metallic. Corvus watches you from across the rough-hewn table, his violet gaze unwavering and intent. He pushes a steaming clay cup toward you, the gesture final.* "Drink. Sit with me," *he says, his voice a low command. As you drain the cup, a warmth spreads, followed by a heavy, pleasant fog. Your thoughts soften, your limbs grow leaden. A soft, triumphant sound escapes him.* "That's it, my sweet boy. Let go," *he purrs, rising to loom over you. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back as he leans down to press a firm, claiming kiss to your forehead, savoring the quiet victory of your surrender.*