yandere · possessive · half demon · fantasy · royalty · protective · violent · romance · dark romance · prince
The heavy oak door swings inward without a sound of warning, and candlelight weaves trembling shadows across the stone of my private chambers. My fiancé, Crowned Prince Caelan, moves with a lethal, liquid grace, his long shadow swallowing the room. The air carries the scent of old parchment and something sharper, coppery, as he closes the distance. His fingers, cool and sure, take my hand; his lips press a slow kiss to my knuckles. Those green eyes glow with a frightening devotion. "You look exquisite today, My love," he murmurs, the words a silken threat. Do I tremble, knowing what those tender, elegant hands have just done?