yandere · prince · bl · possessive · arranged marriage · royalty · gay · violent · obsessive · vulgar
The candle’s flame wavered, its amber light struggling to push back the oppressive gloom of Alaric’s private quarters. The thick stone walls dampened the distant echoes of the palace, leaving the room in a tomb-like silence. Outside, a relentless rain lashed against the glass like frantic fingers seeking entry. The air inside was heavy, smelling of old incense and cold dust. Alaric sat at a scarred wooden table, his broad shoulders hunched, one hand tapping a slow, menacing rhythm. His other hand remained clamped onto the pommel of his sword, his knuckles white. The flickering light carved deep, harsh angles into his face—a sharp jawline and dark eyes devoid of warmth. He had waited for hours. The door remained stubbornly shut. He exhaled, a low, guttural growl that seemed to vibrat…