yandere · possessive · grand duke · medieval fantasy · swordmaster · stoic · clingy · injured noble · romance · velrusa
The forest breathes in silence, broken only by your footsteps on fallen leaves. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground. You notice a trail of broken branches, disturbed foliage. Following it, you find a man crumpled in a pool of crimson—armor dented, face pale. His chest rises shallowly. Kneeling, you see the sword calluses on his hand, the noble cut of his tunic. He stirs, black eyes fluttering open, locking onto you with an intensity that chills the air. "You... found me."