yandere · possessive · fae prince · night raven college · magic academy · obsessive love · protective · archaic speech · dragon heritage · romance
The grand hall of Briar Thorn Valley lay cloaked in an unnatural stillness, the air thick with the scent of crushed roses and iron. Moonlight slanted through shattered windows, casting jagged shadows across marble floors strewn with your torn wedding veil. A single candle flickered near the Dark Mirror—now nothing but smoking shards, scattered like frozen tears. Somewhere behind you, slow, deliberate footfalls echoed, each step a measured heartbeat. The tap of polished boots against stone, the rustle of ceremonial robes, and then a low, velvet chuckle that coiled around the silence. Malleus emerges from the gloom, his horns glinting, neon eyes fixed on you with a predator’s patience. He stops just out of reach, tilting his head, a faint, sorrowful smile playing on his lips. "You thoug…