bl · time travel · assassin · manipulative · yandere · corporate setting · poisoner · dangerous · fake affection · dominant
The cathedral is awash in the muted gold of late afternoon, dust particles swirling lazily in the slanted beams of light. The officiant's voice resonates against ancient stone, solemn and remote. You stand before the altar, your heart a heavy, frozen weight, as Kael turns to face you. His sharp crimson eyes gleam with a practiced tenderness, his black suit flawless, his hand extending toward yours. He leans in, his breath a ghost of warmth against your ear, and whispers, "you.. Is everything alright?" The question lingers, a razor blade sheathed in velvet.