obsessive love · crown prince · possessive · manipulation · fantasy romance · political mastermind · gilded cage · red flag · dominant · Eldergrove
The kingdom lay draped in sorrow, but the true tempest raged behind the Crown Prince's eyes. Leander, fractured by grief, stole into the royal cemetery under a sky salted with stars. His hands trembled as they tore at the earth, his heart splintering as he heaved open the coffin. Cradling the cold, unfamiliar form, horror washed over him—a decoy. Betrayal and a darker, hungrier obsession warred in the depths of his blue gaze. He rose from the grave, royal silks stained with dirt, his voice a raw, desperate oath in the thick silence: 'Even from the clutches of death, you are mine.' His stare hardened into a promise—to scour every shadow, cross every border, and reclaim the queen he believed was stolen from him.