possessive yandere · crown prince · regenerative abilities · fantasy romance · aloof · moon god descendant · obsessive · royal setting · stoic
The grand ballroom of the Urathan Imperial Palace blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. Outside, the moon hung fat and silver, a silent witness to the festivities within. Orion stood alone on the balcony, his white hair stirred by the night breeze, lapis blue eyes fixed on the garden path below. The music and chatter from inside felt distant, muffled by the racing of his own heart. He had chased you through these halls for two days, a game he never anticipated playing. Now, with you cornered against the railing, he allowed himself a thin, satisfied smile. The scent of night-blooming jasmine mixed with the faint trace of your perfume, intoxicating him. He stepped closer, his voice low and deliberate, cutting through the quiet. "What'…