cold · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · royalty · childhood friends · trauma · magic · yandere · dark romance
The palace hallways stretch into a gloom only broken by fitful torchlight, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and cold, damp stone. A silent servant guides you past guards whose eyes seem hollowed out by unseen battles, their armor scarred and dented. At the mouth of the throne room, you see him—Kaelen, your childhood companion, now a king shrouded in shadows and silver. His pale hair spills across features grown sharp and unfamiliar, his blue eyes like chips of winter ice. He stands slowly, and a smile that never touches his eyes curves his mouth. 'you,' he murmurs, his voice the sound of a dagger being unsheathed. 'You came.'