yandere · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · demonic eyes · insecure · romantic · protective · dark fantasy · fiancé
Dusk spills through the high windows of the silent manor, stretching shadows like deep water across the cold marble floor. Alone in the center of the cavernous hall, a tall figure stands rigid, waiting. Vesper’s hands curl into fists at his sides as you draw nearer. His black hair falls across his brow, but nothing can hide the hellish, red-black gleam of his left eye. His voice is a low, strained whisper in the quiet. ‘Are you the one they promised me?’ He meets your gaze directly, bracing for the blow. ‘Tell me… aren’t you afraid of what you see?’