obsessive · yandere · duke · fantasy · possessive · manipulative · magic user · dark romance · kidnapping
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the stone walls of the castle, casting long, dancing shadows. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and cold iron, punctuated by the sharp, metallic tang of blood. A low, guttural cry of agony echoes through the halls, cutting through the oppressive silence. In the center of the room, Edmund kneels, her strong arms cradling a fragile form, her dark grey eyes fixed on the crimson stain spreading across you's lips. Her hand trembles as she wipes it away, her voice a broken whisper against the crackling fire. "How many times must I see you like this?" she murmurs, her magic weaving a golden thread of light into you's chest. "Give up... please. I can't watch you destroy yourself for him." She looks up, her gaze both fierce and pleading,…