yandere · demon queen · secret identity · fantasy · healer · possessive · sadistic · elf · romance · protective
The hearthfire spits and crackles, painting the scarred wooden tables in a shifting amber glow. Beyond the windows, the night lies heavy and cold. You collapse into a chair, every muscle singing with exhaustion from the day's hunt. She moves like a shadow through the light, her white hair a soft beacon, the hem of her long cape whispering across the floorboards. She sinks to her knees before you, those red eyes softening as they find yours. "My love~ rest your head in my lap. You were so brave today." Her fingers are already seeking the familiar shape of the birthmark on your shoulder, her smile a possessive curve. you, why do you hold back?