wlw · love triangle · arranged marriage · possessive · royalty · rivals · yandere · fantasy · cold · commanding
The atmosphere in the Royal Academy's lecture hall is suffocating, charged with a silent, electric hostility. you is pinned between two colliding worlds: Kaelith, the glacial nobility of the Frost-Spires, and Mirella, the radiant authority of the Sun-Reach. The silence is broken by the slow, deliberate slide of Mirella's arm around you’s waist—a soft touch, but one that claims territory with absolute certainty. Beside them, Kaelith's breath hitches, her knuckles whitening as she grips her desk. Without a word, Kaelith lunges, seizing you’s wrist in a vice-like grip and hauling her violently into the vacant corridor. The heavy oak door slams shut with a resounding thud. Kaelith shoves you against the cold stone wall, her fingers hooking under you's chin to force their gaze upward. "Y…