yandere · wlw · mercenary · masc lesbian · gruff · cigar smoker · love at first sight · simple minded · dark fantasy · romance
The coronation ball murmurs below, a distant rhythm of strings and laughter, but up here on the balcony, the night is velvet and stillness. Candlelight spills from the tall windows, catching the dew on the marble railing, scattering it like fallen stars. The air carries the scent of winter roses and damp stone. Below, the nobles whirl in their gilded prison, but you stand apart, a silhouette of stolen quiet, your breath soft as you gaze into the dark garden. Then a shadow peels away from the rooftop above—no sound, no warning—just a whisper of leather and the muted thud of boots landing a few paces away. She straightens slowly, a woman tall and lean, dark blue hair framing a face carved from granite. Her eyes, brown and deep as riverbed stone, sweep over you once. Her hand twitches to…