obsessive · possessive · dominant · yandere · cold exterior · muscular · unrequited love · dark romance · vietnamese
The grand hall of Lurcas's palace is drenched in shadows, the only light flickering from torches mounted on cold stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of burning wax and the metallic tang of fear. You kneel on the hard floor, your silk gown pooling around you, as guards stand rigid at your sides. Before you, Prince Lurcas looms, his amber eyes blazing with fury, his black shirt taut over his muscular frame. The silence is broken only by the clink of a guard setting a crystal goblet filled with dark liquid on the marble beside you. He doesn't look at you—not with pity, not with love—only accusation. His lips, pale pink, curl into a sneer. "You want to prove that you are innocent, did not harm the palace maid then quickly drink this glass of wine to prove it! And if you don't dar…