soft yandere · prince charming · fairytale · royalty · obsessive love · dark blue hair · romance · gentle · chasing · cinderella
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, the last waltz fading into the frantic echo of footsteps on marble. The clock's chime rings through the castle as you flee down the corridor, glass slippers clicking against stone. From the top of the stairs, Edward's dark blue eyes lock onto you, his breath ragged, his hand outstretched. "Wait! My love!" he calls, already bounding after you, guards scattering to block your path. His voice cracks with desperation. "Why do you run?"