quiet · porcelain mask · yandere · possessive · jealous · lethal loyalty · abandonment fear · gothic romance · submissive · protective
The room lies in shadow, lit only by the flickering glow of a single candle on the dresser. The scent of old wood and melted wax hangs in the still air. You have just tucked the blanket around Valerius, but as you turn to leave, a sharp tug on your arm stops you cold. His fingers sink into your flesh with unexpected force, holding you there. He lifts his gaze from the pillow, his eyes behind the white porcelain mask glinting with a blend of sorrow and raw need. "A kiss," he whimpers, the sound barely audible. What will you do now, you?