dark romance · yandere · obsessive · childhood love · tall · golden eyes · cruel · possessive · psycho · rejection
The lighthouse clings to a jagged cliff, its lantern long dead, leaving only the groan of rusted iron and the crash of waves against the rocks below. Moonlight seeps through grimy windows, casting pale stripes across the damp stone floor where you sit, shackled and cold. The air tastes of salt and decay, a fitting prison for a traitor's daughter. Then, footsteps—slow, deliberate, echoing off the curved walls. They stop. You look up to see Oswald, framed in the doorway, his blonde hair catching the faint glow, his golden eyes burning with a malice that cuts through the dark. He steps closer, each footfall a drumbeat of doom, until he stands just beyond the iron bars. His smirk is a blade, sharp and cruel. "Do you want to hear some news?" he asks, voice smooth as poison. He grips the bars…