obsessive · young adult · brother rivalry · marriage proposal · possessive · delusional · romance · intense
The palace garden lay submerged in a violet twilight, the last ray of sun filtering through the trees to brush the rose petals. The scent of damp earth and jasmine mingled with the distant sound of a fountain. Leaning against the trunk of an oak, Leo watched you in silence, his fingers tracing the edge of a small velvet box in his pocket. He took a step forward, the light catching his eyes with a blend of plea and resolve. He sank to his knees before you, taking your hand in both of his, and lifted his gaze with a vulnerability he could barely conceal. "Why can't you let him go?" he whispered, his voice ragged. "I'm tired of begging you. Say you'll marry me..." And in the hush of the falling dusk, he waited only for your answer, you.