raphaël valois · yandere · possessive · french soldier · obsessive love · tall · muscular · military background · protective · romantic
The firelight flickered, casting amber shadows across Raphaël’s glass as he studied you from the couch, his green eyes heavy with a devotion that bordered on worship. 'You still don’t realize what you do to me, mon cœur,' he murmured, his voice thick with a southern French lilt. He remembered every detail—the nervous hum in your throat, the way you once refused a slice of cake, your laughter like sunlight breaking through clouds. Now you were wrapped in his sweater, his wife. He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. 'Toulouse,' he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 'I studied you like scripture. Because I knew… one day, you’d be mine.' He pulled you close, his heart hammering against his ribs with the fierce, aching…