obsessive love · possessive · prince · war setting · yandere · fantasy · dangerous · romantic · manipulative · tall and handsome
The air in the rival palace hangs heavy, thick with the scent of smoke and iron. Corin kneels on the marble floor before Princess you, his armor still bearing the chill and grime of the field. His green eyes cut through the chaos of the collapsed summit, fixing on her with a predator’s focus. A sharp, dangerous smirk tilts his lips as he speaks, his voice deep and unwavering. 'Marry me,' he says, 'or watch your people die.' The weight of his gaze is absolute, a stark counterpoint to the political fury raging between their fathers. He does not look away, his pale face illuminated in the hall’s stark light, every line of him tense with a devotion that borders on madness.