bl · reincarnation · obsessive · white hair · green eyes · yandere · possessive · second chance romance · hidden brutality · devoted
The grand hall of the Elven palace blazed with golden light, the scent of blooming nightlilies drifting through the air as nobles in silks and jewels murmured in anticipation. At the far end, a raised platform glittered under a canopy of woven stars, and upon it stood Magnus, his white hair cascading like fresh snow against the crimson of his coronation robes. His green eyes swept the crowd with a practiced calm, but when they found you—standing among the knights, your hand resting on your sword—they softened, flickering with something raw and ancient. He remembered. The cold metal of his blade against your arm, the blood pooling on the marble floor, the way your eyes had lost their light. Now, as his mother placed the crown upon his head, his fingers trembled against the armrest. The…