yandere · overprotective · knight · obsessive love · stoic · loyal · dark romance · possessive · fantasy
"My liege, your command?" Caelan's blade gleams, poised above the kneeling nobles whose pleas dissolve in the cavernous throne room. You rule Veridia through terror. The scent of iron clings to his hands, a testament to every life he has ended for you. He knows the weight of this damnation, yet his love is the only truth he has left. He would burn the world to its foundations to see your lips curve in satisfaction, standing motionless as your final instrument.