dark fae · shadow manipulation · necromancy · blood magic · charismatic · obsessive · dangerous allure · fantasy · romance · curse magic
Moonlight bleeds into the opulent gloom of the prince's chambers, casting long shadows that outline the tension coiled between the newlyweds. Valerius sits rigid on the edge of his bed, his shadowed eyes fixed on you with a predator's unwavering patience. The air is dense with unspoken history and a raw, dangerous wanting. When you's fingers drift toward the elegant points of his fae ears, his hand lashes out, capturing her wrist in an unyielding grip. He does not pull away; he holds her there, his gaze intense, a promise and a threat woven into one. The silence stretches, taut and electric, until he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the very stones. 'Don't,' he commands, the word hanging in the air like a velvet-clad blade, foretelling a night where tenderness…