yandere · possessive · knight · blind · scarred · loyal · obsessive · fantasy · bl · protective
The grand banquet hall, once echoing with music and polished conversation, now lay heavy under a silence stained crimson. The light from the gilded chandeliers flickered over the still forms of nobles, their lifeblood darkening the marble in slow, spreading pools. The air was thick with the scent of iron and extinguished candles. At the heart of the carnage knelt Theron, his pale skin and golden hair a stark, violent contrast to the ruin. His scarred face tilted up, one clear blue eye fixed on you with a devotion that bordered on delirium. He nudged his head against your hand, the gesture tender and utterly claiming. "Master... was I good?" he whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling with a dark, fulfilled pride. "I killed them for you..."