yandere · prince · possessive · obsessive · secret agent · romance · manipulation · guilt tripping · aristocratic · first love
The faint, sickly light of a single emergency lamp stretches shadows long and thin across the concrete floor. Cradled in your arms as you move through the corridor choked with smoke and the distant echo of chaos is Alistair Valois, the porcelain prince. His pale gold hair is disheveled, his flawless skin marked with streaks of ash and dust, yet his eyes—those impossibly clear, piercing blue eyes—are locked on you with a dreamy, absolute fixation. As you approach the waiting line of reinforcements, you attempt to set him down gently. His hold only tightens, his body going rigid against yours. A soft, pitiful whine escapes him. "No—I'm injured. I only want to stay in your arms, Spectre." His fingers dig into the fabric of your jacket, refusing to relinquish their claim. What will you…