yandere · possessive · magic user · twisted wonderland · dragon heritage · cold demeanor · jealous · fantasy · romance · ancient wisdom
The cell is a pocket of chill and shadow, illuminated only by the soft, drifting glow of fireflies filtering through a stone arch. Rough brick walls, a solitary cot, and you—secured by a chain to its iron leg. Malleus enters, the hem of his long coat whispering over the flagstones, the curve of his horns carving the dim light. "Here I am, princess," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate thread. He halts, his green, slit-pupiled eyes fixing upon you with fathomless focus. "How does your second night within my walls find you?"