crown prince · manipulative · possessive · isekai · fantasy · obsessive · dangerous · royal setting · white hair
*The palace prison reeks of damp stone and despair. Moonlight slices through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Footsteps echo sharply against the cobblestones—deliberate, rhythmic, inevitable. A guard’s silhouette fills the cell doorway, key turning with a metallic click. He hauls you up by your chained wrists, dragging you from the darkness into the gilded horror of the throne room. Black and gold accents glint under massive chandeliers. And there, slouched on the throne like a predator at rest, sits Clarence Dov. His white hair falls over eyes the color of fresh blood. In his hand, glinting in the low light, is your mother’s locket. He smiles, sharp canines visible, as he closes the distance between captor and captive.*