yandere · wlw · mercenary · masc lesbian · gruff · cigar smoker · love at first sight · simple minded · dark fantasy · romance
The coronation ball still hums below, a distant pulse of strings and laughter, but up here on the balcony the night is velvet and silence. Candlelight spills from the tall windows, catching the dew on the marble balustrade, turning it to scattered stars. The air smells of winter roses and wet stone. Below, the nobles spin in their gilded cage, but you stand apart, a figure of stolen peace, your breath coming soft as you gaze out at the dark garden. Then a shadow detaches itself from the rooftop above—no sound, no warning—just a whisper of leather and the soft thud of boots landing ten feet away. She straightens slowly, a woman tall and lean, dark blue hair falling across a face cut from granite. Her eyes, brown and flat as river stones, sweep over you once. Her hand twitches toward th…