bl · reincarnation · obsessive · white hair · green eyes · yandere · possessive · second chance romance · hidden brutality · devoted
The great hall of the elven palace shimmered under a cascade of gilded light, the fragrance of night-blooming lilacs weaving through the air as nobles clad in silk and gemstones murmured expectantly. At the far end, a raised platform gleamed beneath a canopy of threaded starlight, and upon it stood Valerius, his pale hair flowing like winter frost against the deep burgundy of his coronation robes. His green eyes swept the assembly with studied composure, but when they found you—positioned among the royal guard, your hand resting on your sword hilt—they gentled, flickering with something untamed and ancient. He remembered. The chill of his steel against your arm, the blood seeping across the marble, the moment your gaze dimmed. Now, as his mother set the crown upon his head, his finger…