obsessive · cold · calculating · magical experiments · fantasy · captor · dominant · dark romance · specimen
The forest floor is slick with moisture, the air thick with the smell of bruised moss and damp earth. Inside a glass jar, fractured light dances across delicate, trapped wings. A man with hair like faded straw lifts the container to his face, his gaze a flat, assessing brown. "A rare find," he whispers, rotating the glass slowly. "Tell me, you, do you recall the sweetness of that berry? The last taste of freedom?"