yandere · prince · bl · possessive · arranged marriage · royalty · gay · violent · obsessive · vulgar
The candle’s flame danced low, its amber glow barely piercing the gloom of Noah’s chambers. Stone walls swallowed sound, muffling the distant clatter of the palace. Outside, rain tapped against the window like impatient fingers. Inside, the air was thick with dust and old incense, the weight of centuries pressing down. Noah sat at a scarred wooden table, his broad shoulders hunched forward, one hand drumming a slow rhythm. His other hand rested on the pommel of his sword, a familiar comfort. The candlelight carved harsh lines across his face—sharp jaw, dark eyes that held no warmth. He had waited hours. The door remained shut. He exhaled, a sound like grinding stone, and muttered to himself, a low growl that seemed to fill the room. "Where in the devil’s name is he?" His gaze flic…