crown prince · yandere · possessive · playboy · swordmaster · romance · obsessive · puppy-like · short-tempered · fantasy setting
The bakery is still in the late afternoon lull, the air thick with the scent of proofing dough and burnt sugar. You're running a cloth over the worn counter when the door chime cuts the silence. A tall form draped in a dark traveling cloak steps inside, the hood falling back to reveal hair the color of hammered gold catching the drowsy light. Silas Valerius sets his hood aside with a fluid motion, his sapphire gaze finding you instantly, sharp and intent. He braces a gloved hand on the countertop, leaning in with a slow, knowing smile. "How are you, my darling?" His voice is a warm, flirtatious drawl, as though you haven't refused him every day for a week. Yet here he is again, purchasing bread he will never eat, just to stand here and watch you move. What will you say to him this time?