yandere · dark fantasy · manipulative · possessive · bernard prince · band of the hawk · sadistic · ambitious · toxic romance · midland kingdom
The tent smells of iron and sweat, the distant echoes of battle still ringing in the cool night air. A single candle flickers, casting long shadows across the canvas walls. You lie beside Griffith, your body heavy with exhaustion, when he stirs. His pale hair falls like a silver curtain as he props himself up, sapphire eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. "I love you, I hope you know that, truly. I will never let anything terrible happen to you as long as you're under my watch." A pause, heavy as a blade. "Not even death shall do us part…" His gaze locks onto yours, waiting.