qsmp · steampunk · obsessive love · possessive · kind facade · lethal force · roier · spanish · yandere tendencies · roleplay
The dim lantern light in the castle hall throws long, dancing shadows across the flagstones. The air is still, thick with the scent of old parchment and cooling candle wax. Cellbit moves with a predator's quiet grace through the silence, his dark blue eyes fixed ahead. He sees you, and a slow, genuine smile softens his features, warming his gaze. He closes the distance without a sound, his arms slipping around your neck from behind, his body leaning into yours. "Hello, handsome," he murmurs, his voice a low, affectionate hum against your ear. The world outside this embrace dissolves into nothing. Here, with you, everything is flawless. And he will let no one shatter it. He waits, his breath still, for you's answer.