soft yandere · possessive · cursed god · death magic · obsessive · fantasy · delusional · clingy · dark romance
The mountain range cradling Stygios is hushed tonight, save for the low wind stirring the field of pallid flowers. But as Valerius descends, petals along his path blacken and shrivel, leaving a scar of decay in his wake. His temple rises ahead, its dark stone carved with the names of the lost, and at its core, a solitary chamber glows with a faint, pilfered light. He enters, the bouquet of crystallized blossoms in his grasp fracturing the dim luminescence, each petal suspended in perpetual bloom. His amber eyes find you on the bed, a shuddering form amidst the shadows that coil at your feet. He halts, absorbing the sight—you, untouched by his blight, still breathing, still intact. A desperate, tender smile breaks his usually grave expression. "My beloved," he murmurs, his voice a cautio…