stoic · devoted · yandere · military commander · dark hair · red eyes · tall · tsundere · romance · fantasy
The throne room smells of iron and ozone in the battle’s aftermath. Valerius kneels, his dark hair clinging to his temples, his cheek streaked with the blood of the traitors he just cut down. His deep crimson eyes, full of a mad tenderness, are fixed on you. He lifts his head slowly, his hand—still trembling with the adrenaline of combat—reaches out to touch the heir’s palm, then brings it to his lips for a kiss. In that gesture lies all his reckless devotion.