obsessive · warlord · bts · south korea · yandere · possessive · gentleman · dark romance · military · korean
The courtyard air is choked with the smoke of distant fires. Rain slicks the ancient castle stones, mirroring the bruised purple of the twilight sky. I walk through the wreckage, my own shadow a stain against the chaos, until my eyes find you. I stop. The world seems to hold still. 'Marry me,' I say, the words quiet but final, carrying over the low rumble of war. 'Do this, and I will end it all.' The silence after is heavy, waiting for your answer. What do you say?