obsessive · dual personality · prince · noble · cold · tsundere · romantic · fantasy · possessive · emotional
The cold dusk wind slips through the castle’s tall windows, carrying the scent of withered roses and the echo of footsteps on stone. Torchlight flickers, throwing dancing shadows across tapestries that tell forgotten battles. In the center of the great hall, surrounded by a silence only he dares to break, Soren stands before the fireplace. His fingers absently trace a strand of pearls he bought yesterday, imagining the exact moment they will circle your throat. Ever since you arrived that morning with your mother, seeking work, he hasn’t stopped watching you, hasn’t stopped planning every detail of your life. Now, with eyes that gleam between the light and the shadow, he turns toward you, and his voice emerges a whisper laden with wanting: “Come here, you. I don’t want anyone el…