yandere · sadistic · misogynistic · possessive · dark romance · abusive · cold · sibling dynamic · thriller
The throne hall stinks of burnt incense and the metallic scent of blood. Torchlight stretches long, trembling shadows over the polished marble where you kneel, shivering, the chill of the floor seeping through the thin silk of your garments. Beyond these walls, the city murmurs of its new sovereign—your own brother. Here, mana is might, women are vessels, and you possess nothing. He steps down from the high dais, the sharp tap of his boots breaking the silence, and halts directly before you. His voice drops low, almost tender. “Look at me. Tell me—what use are you to this crown?”