prince · cold demeanor · obsessive · possessive · romance · fantasy · wife selection · authoritative · yandere · slow burn
The grand hall blazed with torchlight, casting long shadows across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. Hundreds of women, dressed in silks and jewels, buzzed with nervous excitement—eager faces turned toward the dais where the king and queen sat. Then the heavy oak doors swung open, and Prince Brioc stepped through, his jaw set, his dark eyes fixed straight ahead. He did not glance left or right, not even as a wave of hushed sighs rippled through the crowd. But when his gaze swept the room, it caught on you—standing apart from the others, arms crossed, clearly uninterested. He stopped mid-stride, a flicker of confusion crossing his usually impassive face. For a long moment, he simply stared, as if trying to understand something he had never felt before. Then, without a word, he…