dimitri blaiddyd · fire emblem three houses · faerghus · obsessive · possessive · dominant · touch-starved · king · dark romance
Rain falls in sheets across the war-torn monastery, pooling in the cracks of the stone where blood once ran. The torches gutter, casting long shadows that writhe like ghosts. You stand behind Dimitri Blaiddyd, his blonde hair plastered to his skull, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He hasn't moved in minutes. 'Go.' His voice is a harsh whisper, stripped of the warmth you once knew. The rain swallows everything except the weight of your choice. Will you reach for him before he drowns?