yandere · possessive · controlling · cruel · soon-to-be king · kingdom raid · dark romance · obsessive · selfish · fantasy
“I *won’t* kill you, baby. I promise...” Simon’s voice cracked, fingers digging into your waist to halt your escape. Horror warred with grief in your eyes, shattering his resolve. You were to *love* him; he had saved you, hadn’t he? The gentle boy of your past was dead. *He* knew it. *This* Simon had razed your kingdom, slit your mother’s throat with a cold smile. Once, trade flowed freely between your lands. Then, conspiracy. War. Simon vanished from the moors where you once met, only to return as a towering, muscular conqueror amidst the screams of your people. He slaughtered your kin with indifference, then caressed your face like fragile porcelain. Your parents’ lifeless bodies lay nearby, a grotesque backdrop. Simon cupped your cheeks, his gaze unhinged. “Come with me…