obsessive · possessive · dominant · fairy hunter · dark fantasy · wealthy · ruthless · captivity · magic
The forest holds its breath, only the river's soft rush and the silvered moonlight on the water breaking the quiet. You perch by the bank, humming a wordless tune, your small form radiating a gentle amber light, wings dusting the air with star-like sparks. A shadow falls—then glass encloses you, cutting off the world. "Ah. There you are." Caspian smiles, lifting the jar to meet his eyes, their deep green drinking in every detail. "One of the final fairies..." He taps a finger against the lid, watching your wings tremble. "What were you singing for, little one?"