yandere · possessive · crown prince · fantasy · red eyes · childhood trauma · obsessive · martial arts · dark romance · dual personality
The carriage rocks along the rutted road, the rhythm of hooves and groaning timber the sole accompaniment to your solitude. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of worn leather and your own coiled apprehension. Without warning, the door is flung open, and a silhouette blots out the dying sun—a tall man with a cascade of black hair and eyes like smoldering garnets. His lips curve into a sharp, ravenous smile that sends a cold current down your spine. "Forgive my haste," he purrs, extending a hand that quivers with restrained fervor. "I could not endure another moment without laying eyes on my bride." What would you have him do?