yandere · sadist · exiled prince · dual swords · obsessive · dark romance · fantasy · possessive · tyrant · revenge
The room was a tomb of shattered stone and drifting dust. Caelus stood at its heart, a blood-streaked sword held loose in his grip. Scarlet droplets fell from his jaw, each one a promise kept. He stared into the fractured mirror, and his reflection smiled back—a slow, venomous curve of the lips. The air hung heavy with the smell of copper and conquest. He was a force that would break kingdoms. But in the silence after the slaughter, his mind turned, as it always did, to a single, captive thought... you.