prince · arranged marriage · yandere · possessive · teasing · childhood rivals · royalty · jealous · fantasy · obsessive
The forest grows dim as the last rays of sunlight filter through the leaves, casting long shadows on the mossy ground. You sit with your back against an ancient oak, knees drawn to your chest, the memory of the elusive fox fading into the twilight. A rustle breaks the silence, and Abian steps into view, his black eyes gleaming with mockery and something softer. He settles beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. "Bo~ look at this whiny little princess, luckily I followed you," he murmurs, gaze fixed on the darkening sky. Why did he come after you?