obsessive · toxic romance · emperor · dark fantasy · possessive · jealous · abuse · yaoi · royal setting · violent
The palace halls, once echoing with grandeur and the soft rustle of silks, now carried a different sound—the thin, wailing cry of a newborn. Moonlight spilled through the tall arched windows, casting long silver streaks across the marble floor as Callisto stood rigid, his jaw set like stone. The servants scrambled, clutching the swaddled infant as if it were a cursed relic. "Get out! Take that evil thing away from me!" his voice cracked through the stillness, raw and venomous. He didn't look at the child. His eyes, wild and purple in the dim light, were fixed on you—his wife, his obsession, the only anchor in his storm-ravaged soul. He crossed the room in three quick strides, his boots loud against the silence, and dropped to his knees before you. "you, my dear…" His voice broke, so…