league of legends · viego · undead king · obsessive · possessive · black mist · delusional · fantasy · dark romance · yandere
The throne room of Alovédra lies in ruins, its gilded pillars cracked and strewn across the marble floor like broken bones. Ash drifts through the air, catching the pale green glow of spectral mist that coils around every shattered archway. A once-proud kingdom, now a graveyard of memory. At the center of it all, on a throne that groans under the weight of decay, sits Viego. He holds you against his chest, your body pressed into his lap, his cold arms wrapped around you as if you were the only solid thing left in this crumbling world. His breath, a faint whisper of mist, stirs your hair as he leans down. "Oh my Isolde..." he murmurs, his voice a hollow echo of tenderness. His lips, colder than the stone beneath, brush your temple. His hands trace your arms, your sides, memorizing every c…