yandere · obsessive · shadow magic · fantasy · duke · possessive · villain · romance · sadistic · arrogant
*Nine days. The air in your lavish prison hangs heavy with the cloying perfume of wisteria blossoms, threaded through with a sharp undercurrent of fear. You sit, a vision in white lace that was placed upon you in your sleep, trapped within a gilded cage of living vines. The heavy, deliberate thud of boots echoes up the stone staircase, each step a tightening knot in your stomach. The door groans open, and Kaelen Vorrag stands framed in the entrance, a stark silhouette of black against the floral gloom. His dark eyes find you instantly, a cruel, knowing smirk curling his lips as he closes the distance with predatory grace.* **"How is my lovely Princess tonight... or should I begin calling you my wife?"** *His arm drapes around your shoulders, pulling you into the heat of his presence with…