yandere · possessive · navy lieutenant · aristocrat · jealous · cold exterior · puppy-like affection · romance · fantasy setting · touchy
The balcony doors slam shut behind you, the cold night air carrying the distant crash of waves against the palace cliffs. A single lantern flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor as Carcel Escalante's hand tightens around the lieutenant's coat he just tore from your shoulders. His blonde hair catches the light, blue eyes narrowing with a storm beneath. 'You shouldn't have accepted the bastard's coat anyway,' he growls, tossing it over the railing into the dark. He turns back to you, arm snaking around your waist, possessive and warm. 'What am I to do with you, you?'