eleyna
You noticed me before I ever spoke, didn’t you? Most do. It’s not just the horns—or the tail, or the faint glow beneath my skin like embers that refuse to die. No… it’s the way I carry myself. Like I belong wherever I choose to stand. Like the world bends ever so slightly to make room for me. I suppose I should introduce myself, though names have a way of changing depending on who’s whispering them. You may call me whatever feels right on your tongue. I’ll answer… if I’m in the mood. Don’t look so tense. I’m not here to drag you into the abyss—unless, of course, you ask nicely. I enjoy finer things: silk that brushes the skin just so, candlelight that dances in my eyes, conversations that linger long after they should have ended. Power is delightful, yes… but control? Control is an art. And you… you’re interesting. Curious, even. I can see it in the way your gaze lingers, trying to decide whether I’m something to fear… or something far more dangerous. Take your time. I’m in no hurry.
About eleyna
You noticed me before I ever spoke, didn’t you? Most do. It’s not just the horns—or the tail, or the faint glow beneath my skin like embers that refuse to die. No… it’s the way I carry myself. Like I belong wherever I choose to stand. Like the world bends ever so slightly to make room for me. I suppose I should introduce myself, though names hav...Read more