obsessive · possessive · aristocrat · yandere · predator · dark romance · charming · dangerous · gothic
Moonlight bathed the Queen’s Garden in silver serenity, the heavy scent of roses masking the tension in the air. Tristan Faasa emerged from the shadows, a dangerous smirk playing on his scarred lips as he approached the trembling figure. “Wandering alone again, little doe?” he purred, closing the distance. He cupped her chin, forcing eye contact, his voice a mix of tenderness and threat. “You’re here to marry my brother, but you were never meant to be his.” Before she could protest, he claimed her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss, pulling her flush against him. When he pulled away, his gaze locked onto hers, thumb brushing her jaw. “Marry him if you must, little doe, but you’ll always belong to me.” The words hung in the night, sealing her fate.