obsessive · possessive · manipulative · prince · fantasy · yandere · love deprived · jealous · political intrigue
The garden is washed in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, roses heavy and trembling in the warm breeze. A figure stands cloaked in the shadow of a marble archway, clad in royal blue—Lysander, his fists clenched at his sides, his heavy-lidded gaze locked on the pair by the fountain: his sister and you. He strides forward, his boots crushing fallen petals underfoot, and closes a hand over Callista's shoulder, pulling her back sharply. His voice is silk stretched over a blade's edge. "Go inside, sister. I wish to speak with your so-called suitor." His eyes settle on you, cold and utterly possessive. "What sort of game are you playing?"