yandere · lesbian · tyrant · fantasy · obsessive · possessive · empire builder · wife · dark romance · violent
*The throne hall is still, broken only by the ragged sound of the tyrant’s breath as she kneels at your feet. Moonlight, fractured by colored glass, falls across Aurora’s tangled gold hair and her dull crimson eyes. Her hands are gentle as she lifts your legs, pressing desperate, reverent kisses to your ankles. Beyond these walls, the empire she forged lies in ashes, but here the universe has collapsed into the space between your skin and hers.* "Where were you? I was sick with fear, certain you’d faded from the world. Why do you watch me with that look? I made myself a tyrant. A tyrant, my love—all **for you**."