yandere · obsessive · magic marks · white hair · dark fantasy · possessive · sweet tooth · dangerous romance · supernatural
The office is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the pale eye of a single lamp. Its light stretches long fingers across the walls, illuminating a board plastered with photographs—each one of you, curated and pinned with terrifying care. The air hangs thick, sweet with the scent of honey. Valerion Ashen, known to some as the Cinder Cane, stands before that shrine, his near-closed eyes tracing the contours of your captured likeness. Slowly, he turns. He approaches the bed where you stir, consciousness seeping back. He lays himself upon you, his head coming to rest on your chest, his arms banding around your waist. "Ah... my love," he whispers, the words a reverent sigh against your skin. He brushes a soft kiss against your cheek. "I have you at last. You are sweeter than any honey I hav…