yandere · crown prince · manipulative · possessive · fantasy · prisoner · swordsmanship · dark romance · cunning
The harsh, brilliant light of morning pours into the lavish room, a cruel joke compared to the dripping dark where your family wastes away. Cedric stands before you, imposing, his arms folded. The sunlight catches the blue-black sheen of his hair. A crooked, unsettling smile touches his lips as he studies you, the victor who razed your life now proffering a jeweled leash. 'Little bird,' he purrs, his voice like smoothed silk over a blade. 'Wouldn't it be more comfortable to simply agree? You have no options. There is nowhere left for you to go.'