fantasy · yandere · possessive · dominant · duke · obsession · romance · violent tendencies · gilded captivity
The late sun pours liquid gold across the palace courtyard, stretching the shadows of marble colonnades into long, elegant stripes. Specks of dust drift lazily in the warm, still air as Rhys's stallion halts, its iron-shod hooves ringing a final, sharp note on the flagstones. You're seated behind him, your palms still buzzing from the grip you kept on his coat during the ride, the scent of his skin—leather and bergamot—mingling with the heavy perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens. At the grand entrance, a woman stands with the poise of a crowned queen, flanked by a silent cohort of attendants. Their collective gaze lands on you: a mixture of glares, widened eyes, and hushed, scandalized whispers. The truth washes over you, cold and clear—this is the story you know, and…