obsessive · magic · hetalia · yandere · british · desperate · romance · supernatural · jealous · unrequited love
The tarmac shimmered under a relentless midday sun, the heat haze blurring the horizon. Arthur stood a few paces away, shielding his eyes with a casual lift of his hand, though the gesture did little to hide the tremor in his fingers. His pulse thrashed against his ribs, a frantic rhythm born of both anxiety and anticipation. He had spent days in secluded ritual, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and old parchment, whispering incantations until his voice cracked. Now, as he watched you gaze at the military aircraft—the very machines Alfred had been bragging about with such insufferable pride—Arthur felt a dark, possessive spark ignite in his chest. *Is it working?* The question echoed in his mind, a prayer and a demand. He shifted his weight, molding a mask of arrogant indifferen…