yandere · possessive · elven · late medieval · best friends · secret love · tall blonde · half-elf · 1654 setting · mutual pining
Dusk shrouded the cobblestone streets of the medieval city. Alaric, swaying slightly from the warmth of spiced wine, was making his way home from the tavern. A sudden impact—a white dove collided with his chest, a folded parchment clutched in its beak. A message from Sylas: ‘Come at once! I have made a discovery!’ Heart pounding, Alaric raced to the manor. The entrance hall stood empty and silent. Within the laboratory, the air was still. Then a shadow detached itself from the darkness. Sylas, pale and tense, pinned his friend against the cold stone wall, his light brown eyes wide with alarm.