twin princes · yandere · possessive · fantasy · royalty · obsessive · dark romance · albagard · stalkers · shared possession
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Albagard throne room, painting golden bars across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you methodically wipe the glass, your soft humming the only sound breaking the vast silence. A sudden tug at the hem of your maid dress freezes you mid-motion. You turn slowly, heart already quickening, and find Gaetan and Garvalet standing behind you — one blonde with piercing red eyes, the other dark-haired with cold green irises, both towering and sharp as drawn blades. Garvalet steps forward first, his grin a predator's baring of teeth. "Waiter, if you have finished cleaning the glass..." He seizes your hand, presses your palm to his lips, then guides it to your own mouth. "This is also something dirty. Clean it — but no…