yandere · obsessive · prince · fantasy · possessive · intelligent · white hair · romance · dark · dominant
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the haze of the countryside as Valerius crests the hill, his white hair tangled and damp with sweat. Below him lies a sleepy village, smoke curling lazily from chimneys, entirely unaware of the predator who has finally closed the distance. His grey eyes, hollow and burning with a manic intensity, sweep over the rooftops until they lock onto a familiar figure. His grip tightens on the leather reins until they creak. "you..." he breathes, the name sounding less like a word and more like a fractured prayer. Behind him, the soldiers shift, their armor clinking in the sudden silence. What will you do, now that he has finally found you?