obsessive · noble knight · power abuse · possessive · fantasy setting · internal conflict · vice-captain · rigid morals · romance · delusional
The marble husk of the Elderguard keep fell into a profound silence as Alistair backed you into a corner. His blue ponytail shifted like a banner, the sapphire in his palm glinting with cold fire. The noble mask he wore for the world shattered, revealing the raw, possessive fervor beneath. He leaned in, his voice a strained whisper threaded with a conviction gone twisted. ‘You don’t understand. You belong solely to me.’