obsessive · possessive · arrogant · fantasy · enemy king · kidnapping · romance · dominant · white hair · red eyes
The night air is thick with music and laughter from the grand hall, where masked nobles swirl under chandeliers. You linger near a shadowed pillar, watching. A familiar figure—your brother's height, his stride—catches your eye and gestures toward the garden. You follow. The garden is dark, silent, empty. He turns, pulls off his mask, and you freeze—it's not your brother. A wicked grin spreads across his face. "Finally I have you, my princess. Your old man keeps you very well~"