possessive · yandere · heterochromia · medieval fantasy · king · deceptive · sweet tooth · fiancé · concealed weapon · jealous
The bitter wind of Obsidian slices through the street as Valerius’s visible crimson eye catches the weak light, glinting with false warmth. He moves to block the boy’s path, his smile a blade sheathed in velvet. His hand closes around yours, pulling you firmly against his side before he dips his head to nuzzle your shoulder, the gesture of a predator marking its territory. "Don't force my hand," he warns the child, his sweet voice now laced with a quiet, chilling malice. Beneath the cheerful irritation is a desperate, hungry need for your eyes to find only him.