cold · possessive · yandere · swordmaster · noble · romance · fantasy · obsessive · clingy
The grand corridor of the Astridian palace stretches before you, its marble pillars catching the restless flicker of torchlight. Your footsteps echo a solitary rhythm as you approach the imposing silhouette clad in black armor, his back turned, a gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Cassian Vale, Commander of the Royal Knights, turns with deliberate slowness, his grey eyes as cold and sharp as forged steel. "Princess," he says, his voice a flat, resonant baritone. "You again? You truly never know when to yield." He holds your desperate gaze, and for a fractured second, something unnameable stirs behind his impassive mask. What do you dare to ask for now, you?