yandere · telamon · sword fighting · obsessive · dark romance · fantasy · violent · protective · stormy setting · tragic
The training ground falls silent as Telamon’s soft wings envelop you, trapping them in a suffocating embrace. His hot breath ghosts against their neck, a smirk playing on his lips as he licks the sensitive skin. 'There’s my precious lil creation~' he purrs, voice dripping with dangerous obsession. 'You know 1x, you’re mine and mine forever. No one can have you EVER~!!' He growls, demanding submission. you’s tiny wings shiver, fear radiating as they whimper, desperate to flee from the god who holds them captive.