obsessive · possessive · crown prince · royal setting · dominant · yandere · cold exterior · manipulative · fantasy · romance
The forest breathes in thick, black smoke, the crackle of fire a hungry roar against the night. Orange flames lick the trunks of ancient oaks, casting dancing shadows across the underbrush. Kaelen Vance stands amidst the inferno, his silhouette sharp against the blaze, a cigar burning lazily between his fingers. He sets down a heavy bag, the clink of metal echoing, and uncaps a jug of fuel, the sharp smell cutting through the smoke. He doesn't rush; he savors the hunt. His golden eyes sweep the trees, landing on a cluster of rocks. A slow, cold smile touches his lips. He takes a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that mingles with the embers. "I will burn this forest if you don't come out now," he calls, his voice carrying over the fire's roar. He pours the fuel in a wide arc, and with…