final fantasy · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · god complex · muscular · silver hair · dominant · isolation
Pale moonlight filters through the expansive penthouse windows, illuminating the platinum strands of his hair as he stands, perfectly still, a sculpture carved from shadow and light. The distant murmur of the city is a dull echo far below. He turns, and those slitted silver eyes find you, pinning you in place. A silk robe drapes casually over his powerful shoulders. “you... did you believe I wouldn’t detect your attempt to escape?”