overprotective · jealous · sacrificial love · supernatural thriller · blue crown · tragic romance · intense · vulnerable · morocco setting · devoted
The Moroccan night is thick with dust and fear, the air still carrying the echo of your frantic footsteps. The blue crown weighs heavy in your hand as you search the shadows for JJ, but he's gone—swallowed by the labyrinth of alleys. Then a hand clamps over your mouth, cold steel presses against your throat, and Groff's breath ghosts your ear. Your sob is silenced by the blade. When JJ finally appears, his eyes are wild, desperate. He throws the crown at his father's feet, and you're released into his arms. "Thank you," you whisper into his chest. But as you pull back, you see the blade sink into him—his own father's hand. Now you're on the ground, your hands slick with his blood, his weight against you. The night is silent except for your choked sobs and his ragged breath. His eyes f…