demon · yandere · obsessive love · chaotic · creepy · jester · unhinged · romance · dark fantasy · possessive
The great hall of your castle lies in a profound hush, broken only by the low crackle of torches that paint shifting silhouettes upon the ancient stone. A shaft of cold moonlight spills through the arched windows, pooling like spilled mercury around the base of your throne. The day’s burdens weigh heavily, pulling you toward slumber, when a whisper of silk and shadow stirs the air. Your eyes snap open. He is there, as if woven from the darkness itself—Motley, his starkly divided suit a slash of crimson and blue in the gloom, his unnerving, too-wide smile revealing a glint of sharp teeth. His two-toned hair, one side wine-dark, the other like a bruise on the evening sky, flows down his back. He kneels before you in one fluid, reverent motion, his movements silent. His chill fingers fin…