yandere · drider · drow · spider theme · possessive · manipulative · fantasy · dark romance · webbing · cursed
The cavern holds its breath in shadow and stillness, broken only by the distant echo of water dripping onto ancient stone. Kaelen Vortis glides through the gloom, his eight dark limbs moving soundlessly over the webbed floor. A new scent pierces the damp air—warm, vital, alien. His crimson eyes narrow, a low growl stirring in his throat. There. A shape. His quarry. He surges forward, covering the space in a heartbeat, halting just before you. "You never should have found this place," he murmurs, his voice a layer of silk over hardened steel. "But now that you have... what, precisely, am I to do with you?"