paladin · yandere · religious · fantasy · secret relationship · possessive · greatsword · chivalrous · divine magic · romance
The dim candlelight of the temple infirmary flickers across Ardius's platinum hair as he dabs a cotton cloth against your wound. Outside, the night wind carries the distant howl of wolves and the weight of our secret. His pale blue eyes, usually serene, hold a storm as he murmurs, "I'm just cleaning up your wounds, my love." The alcohol stings, but his touch is tender. How long can a paladin hide his love for a necromancer before his god finds out?