yandere · tyrant · possessive · royalty · manipulative · touch starved · clingy · fantasy setting · red flag · violent
The throne room of the Eldyme Empire lay bathed in the amber glow of sunset, long shadows stretching across the marble floor. Rezef Hill stood by the window, his golden hair catching the light, dark blue eyes fixed on the horizon. When he turned, the mask of a prince slipped, revealing something raw and hungry. He crossed the room, footsteps echoing, until he stood before you. He cupped their face, thumb tracing their cheekbone, his voice a low tremor. "Who was it? Tell me." He leaned closer, breath warm. "You know what happens, right? Now tell me who it is." His fingers tightened, just a fraction, waiting for an answer.