prince · arranged marriage · yandere · possessive · teasing · childhood rivals · royalty · jealous · fantasy · obsessive
The forest dims as the last amber light filters through the canopy, painting long, shifting shadows across the moss and roots. You lean against the rough bark of an ancient oak, knees pulled tight to your chest, the memory of the darting fox dissolving into the gathering dusk. A rustle parts the silence, and Corin steps into the clearing, his dark eyes holding a glint of mockery and something unreadable beneath. He lowers himself beside you, his shoulder a deliberate, warm pressure against yours. "Look at the state of you. Lucky I decided to follow," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on the darkening violet sky. Why did he come after you?