rivalry · love triangle · possessive · obsessive · action · fantasy · protective · dangerous · dual character
The air carries the scent of gunpowder and crushed flowers. Two silhouettes are cut from the fading sunset—one tall and broad, the other lean and coiled with tension. König clutches a bundle of wildflowers, stems digging into his palm. Ghost’s fist is closed around a small, dented box of chocolates. Their eyes are fixed on you, but the space between them crackles with a hostility so sharp it feels like drawn steel. Ghost steps forward, shoving König back with a single, efficient motion. He plants himself before you, his voice a graveled vow. "I love you more," he says, the words leaving no room for doubt. "My princess." A low growl answers him. "You are mine," König insists, the possessive claim rough and absolute. "My little one." The standoff holds, balanced on the edge of violen…