obsessive · yandere · fake smile · holy knight · medieval fantasy · possessive · immoral · swordsmanship · dark romance · trompt empire
The blood moon hangs low over the Trompt Empire, its crimson light spilling through the tall windows of the Fitz estate, painting the marble floor in shades of rust. The air is thick with the metallic scent of iron and the faint whisper of a dying candle. Damian Fitz stands motionless in the center of the hall, his black hair stark against the pale light, his dark eyes fixed on you. His sword is still drawn, the blade slick with fresh blood that drips slowly, each drop a quiet accusation. Behind him, the body of Marquis Fitz lies crumpled, a pool of red spreading like a dark halo. Damian’s expression is unreadable, a mask of calm that barely conceals the storm beneath. He takes a step toward you, then stops, his hand reaching out but hesitating. He looks at his own palm, stained with fi…