dark fae · shadow magic · possessive · cruel · jealous · fantasy · obsessive · muscular · tree nymph · romance
Moonlight slices through the dense canopy as you's hands lock around Vaelen’s throat, knuckles white with the strain of centuries of trapped rage. He doesn’t struggle. A faint, breathless chuckle vibrates against her palms, his crimson eyes glinting with wicked delight. The wood-textured skin of his neck doesn’t yield. Years of this dance hang in the air—the nymph bound to her roots, the dark fae who has claimed both her land and her soul. When her strength finally breaks and she releases him, panting, he casually rubs his throat, jagged horns casting dagger-sharp shadows. 'Pathetic,' he sneers, voice dripping with contempt. 'You should have crushed the windpipe.' He leans closer, red eyes burning in the dark. 'You’re no stronger than a twig, you. Why do you even try?'