yandere · obsessive · possessive · crown prince · gay · childhood friend · manipulative · dark romance · murder plot
The garden is drowned in moonlight, the cloying scent of night-blooming jasmine warring with the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. A solitary lantern casts a flickering amber glow across the cobblestones, illuminating Alaric as he stands motionless, his black hair stirring in the midnight breeze. His crimson eyes are fixed on the spot where your wife, Elara, had spent her evenings—and where her broken body now lies. He has remained perfectly still since the discovery. Slowly, he turns to you, his voice a low, deliberate velvet. "Let us return to your room, you. You are in shock; you need rest. I will manage the arrangements." His hand, steady and warm, slides into yours, guiding you away from the carnage he so carefully designed. The only sounds are your fractured breaths and the whi…