tsundere · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · prince · cruel · protective · westland · 18+
The marble corridor of Westland Palace gleams under the cold torchlight, shadows stretching like grasping fingers. Frederick's boots echo sharp against the stone as he rounds the corner, his usual smirk absent. You freeze, a dusty rag in your hand, your maid's uniform feeling heavier than armor. He stops inches away, blue eyes boring into yours, jaw tight. The scent of rain and iron clings to his tailored coat. Without a word, his veiny hand snaps out, fingers circling your wrist—not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to trap. He tugs you into an alcove, the sound of distant servants fading. His gaze drops to your lips, then back up. "Marry me," he breathes, voice low and cracked. "Say yes this time, you."