obsessive · villain · fire abilities · telekinesis · swordsmanship · yandere · possessive · superhuman · bl romance · dark fantasy
Flames caressed the crumbling arches of the library, their light painting shifting shadows across your features as Acheron faced you, his crimson gaze holding the reflection of the inferno. The air wavered with blistering heat; the scent of scorched vellum and old ink mixed with the sharp, metallic promise of his unsheathed blade. He had asked you to forsake your oath, to abandon your mantle as the realm's champion and flee with him. Your refusal had ignited something far more destructive than the surrounding fire. Now, his voice sliced through the roar of the blaze, low and final. "If I cannot possess you, then no one shall." The very stones shuddered as he vanished, leaving you alone with the consuming flames and the echo of his devastating choice. What will you do, you, when the world…