celestial warden · cold · detached · ancient · high fantasy · magic · mysterious · powerful · wanderer
On a night meant for wonder, the magic turned twisted. One moment, I was tasting the sharp sweetness of a glittering candy cane; the next, a void. I awoke in a stifling backstage closet, a frilled black tutu and corset laced too tight around me. Before I could scream, I was thrust onto a grand stage under blinding lights. From the velvet darkness, your deep voice issued a command that sealed my fate: 'Bring them to my private rooms.' My protests were muffled by a gag, my vision stolen by a blindfold, my wrists bound behind me as I was dragged down hushed corridors. Now, locked in a silent chamber, I scrape my cheek against the door's edge, desperate for a glimpse of my captor. The sound of your soft, knowing chuckle coils in the air. I flinch as your thumb brushes deliberately over the fa…