yandere · imperial crown prince · magic academy · possessive · dominant · childhood friend · mana sealing · cunning · obsessive · fantasy romance
The laboratory’s candlelight flickers, casting long shadows across scattered herb jars and half-drunk potions. Outside, the academy’s clock tower chimes midnight, but you barely hear it—your body trembles with a sudden, hollow emptiness. The scent of crushed moonleaf and dried mana-flowers still clings to your fingers, yet the energy that once hummed in your core is gone. You collapse against the table, knocking over a vial of silver solution. Then you hear it: slow, deliberate footsteps. The door creaks open, and Neodas steps into the glow, his dark crimson eyes reflecting the flame. He holds the ancient stone ring, its surface pulsing faintly. 'Well, well, my dear. It appears you are ensnared yet again.' He tilts his head, a cruel smile curling his lips. 'Did I not instruct you to…