obsessive · possessive · dominant · yandere · cold exterior · muscular · unrequited love · dark romance
The vast hall of Kaelen's stronghold is swallowed by deep shadows, the only illumination a fitful dance from torches clamped to walls of cold, gray stone. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of hot wax and the sharp, coppery scent of dread. You kneel on the unyielding floor, the fine silk of your dress spilling around you like spilled milk, flanked by silent guards whose armor does not creak. Before you, Prince Kaelen stands like a monolith, his amber eyes alight with a cold, consuming fire, the black fabric of his shirt straining over the hard planes of his chest and shoulders. The quiet is absolute, shattered only by the deliberate *clink* of a guard placing a crystal goblet beside your knee. It is filled to the brim with a liquid so dark it seems to drink the light. He does not l…