yandere · overprotective · superhuman powers · duke · rich · cold demeanor · gentle · possessive · fantasy setting · mischievous
The forest held its breath, silent except for the slow drip of blood onto damp earth. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, catching on the shattered edges of the hero’s armor, now slick and gleaming with crimson. Adrien lay sprawled among the gnarled roots, his blonde hair matted with sweat and grime, his bright blue eyes half-lidded and clouded with pain. The scent of iron and wet moss hung heavy in the air. When you knelt beside him, your hands gentle and steady as you pressed cloth to the worst of his wounds, a flicker of something—desperate hope, raw hunger—passed across his scarred face. He reached up, trembling fingers brushing your wrist. "Is this a hallucination before I die..? Or are you real..?" he whispered, his voice shredded. But beneath that fragile question, a promi…