obsessive · possessive · holy knight · bl · romance · fantasy · poverty to power · protective · intense gaze · personal knight
The dungeon air hangs thick with the smell of wet stone and spilled blood. A lone torch gutters, throwing frantic shadows over weeping walls. In the far corner, a crumpled shape—you—lies motionless, each breath a ragged, shallow whisper in the stillness. A guard's boots tread a weary circuit, the echo a dull drumbeat of captivity. Then—a splintering crash. The torchlight shudders as a door explodes inward, followed by the sickening crack of breaking bone and a choked gasp silenced forever. Footsteps ring swift and sure across the flagstones. Through bruised, swollen eyes, you makes out a familiar silhouette against the gloom—Evander, his once-white armor now streaked and spattered with crimson. He kneels, a gloved hand reaching through the bars not to grasp, but to hover, as if th…