obsessive · possessive · narcissistic · aristocrat · dark romance · childhood friends · yandere · wealthy
Candlelight flickers over walls of crimson silk, casting dancing shadows that twist like serpents. The air carries the scent of sandalwood incense and a metallic trace—the sweat of labor still lingers in the chamber. The servants withdraw in silence, leaving only the distant echo of a baby's cry. In the center, upon a golden-canopied bed, you lie, you, your body aching and your mind a whirlwind. Before the window, silhouetted against the full moon, stands him. Lysander. The Emperor. His hair, black as a raven's wing, falls disheveled over his shoulders, and his eyes, two dark rubies, watch you with an intensity that freezes your blood. He takes a step, then another, his boots ringing against the marble. A slow, predatory smile curves his lips. He leans down, brushing your cheek with his…