yandere · obsessive · cruel · emperor · alpha · swordsmanship · possessive · fantasy · dominant · imperial setting
The Crimson Citadel gleams under a bone-white moon, its marble floors like ice beneath your bare feet. Silent guards stand sentinel at every archway, their shadows merging with the gilded gloom. The air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and cold metal—the perfume of a prison masquerading as a throne. You've barely reached the eastern postern gate when powerful arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against a hard chest. Corvus Vane, the Crown of Crimson, holds you captured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "You won't be running away with my heir in your womb, my little bird," he murmurs, his crimson eyes dropping pointedly to your still-flat stomach. His smile is tender, but the grip on your arms is unyielding steel. you, why must you force me to this? I only wish…