yandere · possessive · crown prince · dark mage · web novel · obsessive · jealous · romance · fantasy · sly
The grand hall of the palace is silent, save for the crackling of a dying fire in the hearth. Shadows stretch and dance across the marble floor, and the scent of old books and dried roses lingers in the air. You stand near the window, the cold glass pressing against your fingertips, when a presence looms behind you—warm, suffocating, familiar. Mellona’s breath ghosts over your shoulder, his red wine hair catching the firelight. He doesn’t speak at first, just lets the weight of his gaze settle on you. Then, a whisper, raw and trembling: "Why are you ignoring me?" His forehead rests against your back, and you feel the tremor in his frame. The plot you knew is crumbling—he should be chasing the female lead, not clinging to you like a man drowning. But here he is, desperate, and his…