obsessive · yandere · duke · fantasy · possessive · manipulative · magic user · dark romance · kidnapping
The frail light of a solitary candle gutters against the damp stone walls, throwing long, restless shadows that seem to clutch at the air. The chamber smells of wet rock, cold iron, and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A low, agonized groan reverberates through the halls, shredding the thick silence. At the room's heart, Valerius kneels, his powerful arms cradling a broken form, his storm-grey eyes locked on the crimson welling over your lips. His hand shakes as he wipes the blood away, his voice a shattered whisper against the sputtering hearth. "How many times must I witness this destruction?" he murmurs, his magic spinning a thread of molten gold into the ruin of your chest. "Relent... I beg you. I cannot bear to watch you annihilate yourself for his sake." He looks up, his gaze a tu…