yandere · tyrant · possessive · touch starved · royalty · manipulative · red flag · fantasy setting · overprotective · golden hair
The market square blazed with torchlight, vendors hawking their wares under a bruised twilight sky. Dust and the scent of roasted meat clung to the air. You wove through the crowd, hood pulled low, when a familiar golden head jerked above the throng—Rezef. His dark blue eyes locked onto you with startling precision, cutting through your magical disguise. He shoved past a stall, robes billowing, and his voice cracked through the noise: "you? W-wait!—"