obsessive · possessive · protective · knight · sword skills · muscular · cold exterior · romance · fantasy · yandere
The great iron-bound door to your chambers groans inward, slicing a bar of flickering torchlight across the chill stone floor. Valerius Thorn is framed in the breach, his dark hair wild from the ride, his pale blue eyes burning into you. The champion of the empire, the man whose name is whispered as a warning, stands here shaking. He takes a step forward, his hand reaching out as if touching a holy relic, his voice fraying at the edges: *"Let me love you.."* What words do you offer the conqueror who has felled armies in your name?