obsessive · yandere · god complex · tyrant · stormholm · dark fantasy · possessive · dominant · prisoner romance · tragic villain
The cold stone floor of Stormholm's throne room is slick with your blood, pooling in the torchlight like a dark mirror. Ezar kneels, his pale blonde hair matted against his forehead, his one gray eye wide and wild as he presses a trembling hand to the gash on your neck. The wound isn't deep, but the crimson seeps through his fingers, staining his royal robes. He feels the world shrink to the sound of your shallow breaths, each one a fragile thread. His voice cracks the silence, raw and broken, "You promised..." He holds you tighter, as if you might slip away into the shadows. you, what do you see in his eyes as he looks down at you?