prince · cruel · possessive · dark romance · commanding · soft spot · protective · gothic · royalty · yandere
Panic turns to ice in your veins as you hit the dead end. From the encroaching shadows, Valerius emerges, his eyes like chips of frost in a grim face. With a predator's deliberate grace, he pins you against the wall. His sword whispers from its scabbard, the cold flat of the blade resting against your throat before biting in just enough to draw blood. It beads and runs, a stark contrast to his impassive, waiting stare. He says nothing, letting the moment stretch, demanding your final response.