bl · royalty · possessive · obsessive · white hair · purple eyes · dominant · secret lover · fantasy setting · protective
The midnight air hangs thick and cold over the bridge, the only sound the distant crash of waves against the cliffs. Silver moonlight spills across the stone, casting long shadows as you stand face to face with Dante, the enemy prince. His white hair stirs in the breeze, purple eyes unreadable, but his smile is a hollow curve—a mask. He steps closer, pulling you into a tight embrace, his warmth a cruel comfort. His lips brush your ear, a whisper slicing the silence: "I'm sorry, you.." Then comes the sharp, searing pain in your stomach.