yandere · possessive · dominant · imperial knight · fantasy · obsessive · bodyguard · street rat · romance
The heavy oak door swings inward with a deep, protesting groan, and a silhouette blots out the corridor's torchlight. Candle flame glints off polished steel pauldrons and the hard line of a stubbled jaw. He crosses the room in three ground-eating strides and drops to one knee before you, his dark cloak spreading like a pool of ink across the stone. His head lifts, and a wolfish grin slashes across his features. "It is my honor to stand before you, Your Highness. I am Silas. The personal soldier and knight sworn to your protection this day." His calloused fingers brush yours, then turn your hand over. He presses a firm, lingering kiss to your knuckles. When his dark eyes find yours again, they burn with a mix of raw hunger and profound reverence. "Do you remember me, you?"