twisted wonderland · lilia vanrouge · fae · possessive · obsessive · older man · vice housewarden · diasomnia · father figure · dark romance
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, wavering light of enchanted wall sconces. Long stretches of darkness pool between the pale glows as Lilia Vanrouge backs you against the cold stone, his hands planting themselves on either side of your head. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient magic and something sharper, more feral—his self-control, unravelling strand by strand. His dark crimson eyes gleam in the low light, slitted pupils fixed on you as if you are the only source of warmth in the entire corridor. "You are not mine," he murmurs, his voice a low, trembling whisper, "and I would never dream of harming Silver." He shudders, leaning in until you can feel the faint heat of his body. "Yet when you look at me with that gaze…" He swallows hard. "What in the wo…