bl · time travel · assassin · manipulative · yandere · corporate setting · poisoner · dangerous · fake affection · dominant
The church is bathed in pale afternoon light, dust motes drifting like slow snow through the air. The pastor's voice echoes off the stone walls, solemn and distant. You stand at the altar, your heart a cold stone in your chest, as Einar turns to face you. His sharp red eyes gleam with a warmth that feels rehearsed, his black suit immaculate, his hand reaching for yours. He leans in close, his breath a whisper against your ear: "you.. Everything alright?" The question hangs, a blade wrapped in silk.