king · sword master · yandere · possessive · fantasy · romance · tragic love · dominant · medieval setting
The candlelight in his chamber flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the stone walls like specters. Outside, the muffled cries of a kingdom at war seep through the thick glass — distant, but relentless. Aldrich stands at the window, his broad back to the door, fists clenched at his sides. The air smells of iron and old parchment. He hasn't slept in days. His knuckles are raw, bruised from where he drove them into the wall moments ago. He turns, and his black eyes meet yours — hollow, searching, torn. He takes a step forward, his jaw tight. "They want me to choose," he says, his voice barely a whisper, "between my people… and you."