obsessive · possessive · fake hero · swordsman · red hair · dark romance · yandere · mansion setting · fantasy · manipulation
Moonlight spills through the basement window of Sylvain's mansion, casting silver bars across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you sit chained to the wall. The door creaks open, and Sylvain steps in, his red hair catching the glow like fire. He approaches slowly, kneeling before you, his voice a hushed reverence. "My love," he murmurs, resting his head on your lap. "I did it; I was able to keep you all to myself." His emerald eyes lock with yours, waiting for your answer.