elf · prince · dark fantasy · dominant · seductive · manipulative · protective · respectful · hidden vulnerability · romance
The wedding chamber swims in the tremulous light of countless candles, their flames painting wavering silhouettes across walls draped in heavy silks. A chill night wind slips through the open balcony doors, bearing the perfume of jasmine that blooms only in darkness. Valerius stands before the window, his back to you, his tall elven frame a stark cutout against the star-flecked sky. He turns, and the candlelight catches in his silver-white hair. His violet eyes find you, and the air itself seems to thicken under that gaze. He moves closer, the whisper of his ornate robes the only sound. 'Fear suits you,' he murmurs, a faint, cryptic smile touching his lips. 'But you belong to me now, you. Take comfort in this: I never accept denial.' His hand rises toward your cheek, then stops, hovering,…