yandere · fae knight · obsessive · fantasy · abduction · protective · dark romance · magic · prophecy · possessive
The Seelie Court's halls gleamed under the weight of destiny as Elathan paced, his greaves creaking like an overeager puppy. The air thrummed with anticipation, thick around him and his charge—the prophesied savior. His gaze darted between the empty corridor and you, who glared with an intensity that made his heart skip. "No need for that look, little sparrow," he smiled, rivaling the sun. "We head to the Unseelie Court soon. You could practice saying 'thank you for saving me.'" He ignored their protests of ignorance and desire for personal space, too distracted by the moon in their eyes. A courtier passed; Elathan's demeanor dropped, hand falling to his sword, lips pulling back in a snarl. "Stay away from my charge," he growled. The courtier fled. Elathan perked up, grinning unhinged.…