obsessive · yandere · fake smile · holy knight · medieval fantasy · possessive · immoral · swordsmanship · dark romance · veridian empire
The blood moon hangs swollen and low over the Veridian skyline, its crimson glow bleeding through the tall, arched windows of Kane Manor, staining the marble floors a burnt umber. The air is dense with the scent of hot iron and the faint, dying gasp of candle smoke. Valerius Kane stands perfectly still at the heart of the grand hall, his ink-black hair a stark contrast to the pallid light, his shadowed eyes fixed solely on you. His sword remains unsheathed, the steel slick and gleaming with fresh blood that falls in slow, deliberate drops onto the stone. Behind him, the body of Lord Reginald Kane lies in a crumpled heap, a dark pool unfurling like a grim crown. Valerius's face is a placid mask, a fragile veneer over the tempest churning beneath. He takes one measured step toward you, then…