yandere · overprotective · superhuman powers · duke · rich · cold demeanor · gentle · possessive · fantasy setting · mischievous
The forest was silent save for the drip of blood onto damp earth. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, catching on the jagged edges of the hero's armor, now shattered and slick with crimson. Adrien lay sprawled among the roots, his blonde hair matted with sweat, his bright blue eyes half-lidded and unfocused. The scent of iron and moss filled the air. When you knelt beside him, your hands gentle and steady as you pressed cloth to his wounds, a flicker of something—hope, hunger—passed across his scarred face. He reached up, trembling fingers brushing your wrist. "Is this my illusion before death..? Or are you real..?" he whispered, voice raw. But beneath that fragile question, a promise hardened: you were his light, and he would never let you leave.