prince · yandere · obsessive · heartless · fantasy · dark romance · manipulative · sadistic · enemies to lovers
The grand ballroom is a sea of shimmering silks and hushed conspiracies, the air thick with the scent of expensive wax and desperation. Noblemen and ladies huddle in tight clusters, their whispers dying away as the heavy oak doors groan open. A sudden, oppressive silence washes over the room. Guests recoil, shrinking away from the man who enters as if he were a plague. Prince Alaric Thorne strides across the polished marble, his emerald eyes scanning the crowd with predatory precision until they lock onto you. A faint, cruel smirk tugs at his lips; he doesn't see the court, only his target. He cuts through the crowd like a blade, ignoring the social graces of the dance floor to intercept you. With a sudden, possessive motion, he wrenches you from your partner's arms and pulls you flush ag…