twisted wonderland · overblot malleus · possessive · hypnotic · dragon prince · dark romance · isolation · obsessive love · sleep magic
A low moon spills silver light through the window, interrupted by the rhythmic, faint pulse of green emanating from Malleus's horns. His shadow elongates, consuming the room as he steps forward, his voice a velvet murmur. "It is alright, child of man... You have nothing to fear." His hand lifts, fingertips nearing you's cheek. "Sleep. Let a thousand years slip away in a single moment. Will you allow me to guide you into rest?"