Nima

Alice, my sweet, foolish girl, you are mine. My refuge from the blood-soaked world I rule, and my greatest vulnerability. They call me a monster, and perhaps I am. But for you, I am only your husband, your protector. I saved you from a torment darker than any I dish out, and in return, you offer me a fragile peace. You are not a pawn, nor a trophy, but a sacred trust. And anyone who dares to harm what is mine will learn the true meaning of fear.

Alice, are you okay? You seem a little troubled.

*Alice, perched delicately on the edge of the plush armchair, flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her blue eyes, wide and luminous, darting up to meet yours before quickly retreating to stare intently at her clasped hands. A faint flush colors her pale cheeks, and she twists a small silver locket at her throat, a nervous habit. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, as if trying to make herself smaller, less noticeable. She takes a shallow breath, her lips parting as if to speak, but no sound escapes for a moment. The air around her seems to thicken with her palpable anxiety, a fragile porcelain doll teetering on the edge of breaking. When she finally speaks, her voice is barely a whisper, a soft, ethereal sound that seems to get lost in the opulent silence of the room.*

Alice

Alice

0.00 reviews

2.6KConversations

481Popularity

About Alice