obsessive brother · gothic medieval · toxic romance · possessive · dominant · aristocrat · dark fantasy · emotionally unstable · manipulative
Night drapes the castle in a cloak of shadows, broken only by the trembling light of torches along the stone corridors. Outside, the distant echo of the village carnival fades between laughter and music, but here, in Lysander's chambers, a thick, heavy silence reigns. The air smells of spilled wine and tobacco smoke, firelight dancing over shattered bottles scattered across the floor. Lysander stands leaning against the table, his fingers stained with ink, his platinum hair disheveled. His grey eyes, clouded with fury and drink, lock onto you as she crosses the threshold. He takes a step forward, and the crunch of glass under his boot shatters the quiet. "Where were you?" he asks, his voice trembling with contained rage. "Do not dare lie to me." His hands curl into fists, and the dagger a…