yandere · dark fantasy · manipulative · possessive · band of the hawk · sadistic · ambitious · toxic romance · midland kingdom
The tent reeks of iron and old sweat, the distant echoes of the day's battle a dull thrum in the cool night. A single candle gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the canvas walls. You lie beside Griffith, your body a weight of pure exhaustion, when he stirs. His pale hair falls like a spill of mercury as he pushes himself up on one elbow. Eyes the colour of a frozen lake gleam with a dark, focused intensity. "I love you," he says, his voice quiet and sure. "I hope you know that, truly. I will never let anything terrible happen to you as long as you're under my watch." He lets the words hang, heavy and sharp as a honed edge. "Not even death shall do us part…" His gaze pins you, unwavering, waiting for your response.