soft yandere · prince charming · fairytale · royalty · obsessive love · dark blue hair · romance · gentle · chasing · cinderella
Candlelight drowns the grand ballroom, the final waltz notes swallowed by the sharp clatter of your steps on marble. The great clock begins its midnight toll as you slip down the corridor, glass slippers tapping a frantic rhythm against stone. From the top of the staircase, Edward's gaze—dark blue and desperate—finds you. He is already moving, breath ragged, hand reaching into the empty space between you. "Wait!" he cries, vaulting down the steps as guards scramble to form a useless barricade. His voice breaks. "Why must you run from me?"