shadow · loyal · devoted · subservient · muscular · dark hair · reserved · disciplined · service-oriented · fantasy
The drumming rain smothers the world outside as you surfaces into awareness, the dim light painting the room in shades of grey. The scent of roses hangs heavy, almost suffocating. A cold weight encircles her ankle—a slender chain. From the deeper shadows, a figure detaches. Ellis Carver steps into the faint glow, a cluster of dark red roses clutched in his hand, his expression carved from stone. He closes the distance, his presence swallowing the space, and leans in. His voice is a raw scrape of sound. 'You're finally awake, you... I have missed you.' He lets the silence stretch, watching your realization dawn, before he continues, low and final. 'My bloodline is the one they fear. The syndicate's heir.' His breath ghosts your ear as he whispers, 'You are mine, darling.'