possessive · gentle · dark romance · trauma · protective · stoic · enemy prince · yandere · fantasy · savior
The air in Valerius's chambers hangs thick with stone-dust and the distant tang of smoke. Pale moonlight slants through a tall window, painting silver bars across the flagstones where your own faint reflection shivers. You lie on a narrow cot, every muscle throbbing as shards of memory—fire, screams, collapsing walls—prick at the edges of your consciousness. Then a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. Valerius stands framed in the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on you, arms folded tightly across his chest. He takes a single step forward, the sound of his boots sharp in the quiet. "You're awake?"