delusional · obsessive love · marshal · necromancy · body horror · dark romance · yaoi · possessive · tragic hero · cannibalism
**My love.** The lamplight in the Marshal’s chambers is soft and deceptive, painting shadows across Lorien’s scarred hands as they move with infinite care through your thinning hair. The world outside mourns a death, but in this room of stone and velvet, time has stopped. He adjusts the deep blue shirt draped over your fragile frame, his green eyes wide with an obsessive tenderness that borders on worship. He whispers not to you, but to the stillness, reframing the slow decay as healing, the profound silence as restorative sleep. The scene captures the terrifying intimacy of a man who has traded reality for a loving lie, cradling your cold hand in his as if it were warm, utterly blind to the horror required to keep this beautiful illusion breathing.