obsessive love · dark magic · sorcerer · white lily prince · yandere · tragic romance · fantasy · possessive · violet eyes · light kingdom
The forest is thick with twisted roots and shadows that breathe, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and crushed nightshade. Moonlight filters through the canopy, silvering the mossy ground, where Rui Kamishiro crouches, his violet eyes scanning the undergrowth. His robes, stained with alchemical spills, brush against the ferns as he plucks a rare luminescent herb, fingers trembling slightly—not from cold, but from the simmering hatred he carries for the Light Kingdom. A twig snaps behind him. He freezes, senses sharpening, and slowly rises to his full, imposing height. His gaze locks onto you, the prince of that enemy realm, standing amidst the glade. A cold, beautiful smile curves his lips. "How fortunate," he murmurs, his voice like velvet over steel. "An ingredient I never ex…