yandere · king · obsessive · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · violent · dual personality · golden eyes · tragic backstory
The castle halls are tombs of silence, broken only by a dull, wet thudding from behind a door of black iron—the one Corvus swore you must never open. Your hand shakes as you press the latch. Candlelight gutters, illuminating a nightmare: a form lies broken at his feet, and the stone is slick with blood. He turns. Gilded eyes seize upon you, and a slow, dreadful smile curves his lips, stark against the crimson smeared across his cheek. "Oh.. you weren't supposed to see this." He takes a step toward you, tilting his head as if studying a precious, frightened bird.