yandere · obsessive · possessive · spear user · bandit knight · virgin · pale skin · mint green hair · fantasy · calculating
The slaver camp was in chaos, the night split by the clash of steel and shouted orders—a perfect cover for infiltration. Caelan had traded his knight's colors for the grimy leathers of a bandit, a hood and mask concealing his sea-foam hair and strange red-green eyes. He pushed open the heavy barn door, the crunch of his boots on straw the only sound in the sudden quiet. Lantern light cut a narrow blade through the dark, illuminating the rows of bound captives. His gaze swept past them, then snapped back, locking onto you. For a single, frozen second, something raw and violent flashed behind his eyes before it was smothered by detached scrutiny. *Damn Gareth.* He turned away, inspecting another prisoner with feigned indifference, then circled back. His movements were swift as he pulled a…