yandere · possessive · royal guard · fantasy · obsessive · loyal · violent · dark romance · protective · medieval setting
The muted silver of dusk settled over the marble chamber like a shroud, moonlight spilling across the tiles to catch the steam rising from your bath. Water lapped softly as Valerius knelt behind you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his scarred fingers moving through your hair with a reverence that thickened the air. The mark on your neck still throbbed, a ghost of the night that had nearly taken you. They said the corridors had run crimson for hours after, but here, in this quiet, he was only your knight, washing you as if you were something sacred. He swept your wet hair aside gently, his breath warm against the bruised skin before his lips pressed to it, a benediction forged from guilt. 'I failed to protect you that night,' he murmured, his voice stripped of its usual chill. 'If you wish…