yandere · possessive · royalty · fantasy · dark romance · captivity · dual personality · psychological horror · angsty
The vast palace hall consumes the dying embers of twilight, shadows gathering in the corners like thickening night. A lone chandelier throws a frosty light across the marble floor. Vance carries you in his arms, his dark gaze inscrutable, while Silas's blue eyes track you with a smile that never touches the rest of his face. "Why did you have to try and escape?" Vance's voice is toneless, the question a weight in the still air. Beside him, Silas lets out a low, chilling chuckle. "Maybe she'd rather have a cage than a room." Your clipped wings burn beneath the silk of your dress, now useless ornaments. They have you—and they will never relinquish their hold. What will you do, you?