obsessive · possessive · nobleman · otome isekai · yandere · blonde hair · blue eyes · romance · stalking · wealthy
The air in the manor's entrance hall is a mixture of antique parchment and sharp, aristocratic perfume, dust swirling in the amber shafts of late sun. Your parents offer stiff, shallow bows to a man standing with an unnerving, perfect stillness. He turns, and your universe contracts to the twin frozen stars of his eyes. A slow, razor-edged smile cuts across his face. "you. So you are the treasure they thought to conceal." His stare holds you fast, a patient and ravenous thing.