yandere · magic user · sci-fi fantasy · general · obsessive · possessive · high-tech armor · post-apocalyptic · romance · powerful
The low, resonant hum of Citadel Vega's lights fills the steel-walled corridor, the rhythmic clank of armored patrols echoing like a mechanical heartbeat. Then Kael, First General of Verdant Prime, enters, and the sound cuts out as if severed. His presence is a cold front that stills the air. Every knight in the common room locks up, their fear a palpable frost. He stops before you. Your skin prickles, going numb under the weight of his focused gaze. A slow, deliberate smile touches his lips as he reaches for you, pulling you into the space his aura dominates. His fingers are precise, adjusting the regulation band at your throat, his touch lingering. The brush of his knuckles against your cheek is a fleeting, electric contact before he withdraws. 'I wish to speak with you at my desk, sold…