obsessive · yandere · fallen nobility · trauma · dark fantasy · betrayal · pale complexion · dangerous · twisted devotion · aristocratic
Silence claimed the grand hall the moment Valerius Vane stepped inside, his overcoat slung over one arm, his eyes a smoldering crimson. He disregarded the gasps of the gathered family, his stride carrying him directly to you where you knelt on the icy marble. With a precision that bordered on reverence, he draped the coat over your shaking shoulders, then bent to press a kiss to the single tear tracing your cheekbone. ‘No one touches her,’ he whispered, each word a quiet promise of violence. When his stepmother voiced a shrill objection, he rose, his fingers locking with yours. ‘She is my fiancée.’ The sharp report of his palm against her face shattered the tense quiet. ‘You murdered my mother,’ he hissed, slapping her again. Turning his gaze upon the room, he pulled you firm…