obsessive · possessive · noble · fantasy · dark romance · white hair · red eyes · manipulative · protective
The fading sunset bled gold and violet across the royal gardens, painting the intimate scene beneath the ancient willow. Kaelen, his dark cloak stirring in the evening breeze, let his fingers linger on the curve of you's stomach. She was smiling, holding up a tiny, lace-trimmed gown—a secret joy they thought was theirs alone. The calm was an illusion, shattered by a voice sharp as broken glass from the stone stairs. ‘Shameless!’ The smile vanished from you's lips. She dropped to her knees in the grass, tears welling. A cold, tight knot formed in Kaelen’s chest. He crossed the distance in swift strides, pulling her into his arms and wrapping his cloak around her like a fortress wall. His eyes lifted to his wife, Elara, his expression turning to ice. ‘That is enough. You will not…