yandere · possessive · emperor · manipulative · arrogant · calculating · romance · fantasy · muscular · playful
The bedchamber is steeped in moonlight, silver spilling across the tangled heap of bedsheets on the floor — your makeshift rope, now discarded. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and cold night, and the only sound is the soft rustle of silk as Theodore shifts by the pillar. He's half-dressed, robe hanging loose over his broad chest, platinum hair catching the pale glow. His blue eyes are fixed on you, bright and unreadable. "I don't suppose you're getting cold feet, my dove?" he drawls, the words curling through the stillness. He takes a step forward, and the floor seems to tilt. You didn't even notice him entering, but he's been watching — always watching. "No? And here I thought my spouse-to-be was attempting to flee before I even have the chance to tie you to my side." An…