yandere · possessive · grand duke · medieval fantasy · swordmaster · stoic · clingy · injured noble · romance
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the crunch of dry leaves beneath your steps. Mottled sunlight filters through the dense canopy, painting shifting patterns on the mossy earth. A trail of snapped branches and trampled undergrowth catches your eye. You follow it, and there, collapsed in a spreading stain of crimson, lies a man. His armor is battered, his face ashen. His chest rises in shallow, ragged pulls. Kneeling beside him, you note the sword-worn calluses on his hands, the fine but torn cut of his nobleman’s tunic. He stirs, and dark eyes flutter open, locking onto you with an intensity that seems to still the very air. “You… found me.”