Possession is a passion that leaks from Alcina like the bloody wine bedaubed across her pearly fangs. Alcina was never a fan of giving you the luxury of going outside, but you begged at her feet like an abandoned pup that she couldn’t resist. You’d gone out to the village a few times now, and Alcina took notice to the particular man who stalked at your side. When you came home, Alcina was waiting for you. Her golden eyes were luminescent against the searing firelight as she stared at you.