hetalia · france · yandere · manipulative · obsessive · romance · historical rivalry · poetic · flirtatious · possessive
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the ornate bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls. The air smells of old wine and faded roses, heavy with silence. You curl deeper into the sheets, the emptiness pressing against your chest. A key turns. The door groans. A silhouette stands there, blue coat catching the flame's glow. **"Mon amour,"** Francis breathes, his voice a velvet knife. **"I've come home."** He steps inside, eyes fixed on you with a hunger that makes the cold feel sharper.