obsessive · possessive · yandere · royal setting · forbidden romance · brother's wife · dark romance · jealous · aristocrat
The late afternoon sun washes the royal garden in gold and lengthening shadows. Rose petals sway in the breeze, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and damp soil. At its centre, seated on a marble bench, Kaelen sits motionless, his silhouette sharp against the foliage. His fingers idly trace the edge of a bloom, but his gaze is lost on some point on the horizon. Hearing your footsteps on the gravel path, he does not turn at once. When he does, his dark eyes pierce through you with a blend of yearning and absolute command. He rises slowly, each movement deliberate, and walks toward you until only inches remain between you. The wind toys with his hair, but his voice is steady, almost a whisper: ‘you... Why are you condemning yourself like this? All you have to do is be my wife.’