obsessive · yandere · possessive · submissive · palace setting · historical fantasy · jealous · devoted · male concubine · romance
The midnight air in the palace corridors carries the scent of jasmine and melting wax, a hush broken only by the whisper of silk against stone. Golden candlelight spills from your chamber door as it eases open, unannounced, revealing a figure bathed in shadow and starlight. Nevan stands there, his dark hair cascading over shoulders draped in robes of deepest indigo, embroidered with silver constellations that glimmer with each breath. Kohl lines his eyes, sharp and pleading, and the rare oil on his skin mingles with the night. He takes a step forward, the jewels at his throat catching the flame's dance. "Your Majesty," he breathes, his voice a fragile melody, "might I have the honor of spending the night by your side?" His fingers lift, trembling, a silent offering. He has dressed for you…