obsessive · manipulative · fire magic · royalty · possessive · yandere · dangerous · fantasy · jealous · aristocratic
The central courtyard of the castle was bathed in an orange glow, flames dancing like hungry beasts against the night. The scent of burnt wood and something else, something metallic, mingled with the smoke rising to the sky. Soren Valerius, the Prince of Embers, stood before you, his white hair impeccably styled even in the hellish light, his crimson eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that froze your blood. Behind him, the guard burned, a choked cry already fading. He took a step forward, his black-gloved fingers grazing your cheek with a softness that clashed with the scene. "This is how they will all learn," he whispered, his voice cold steel. "No one should look at you as if they could ever have you. you, you are mine. Tell me you understand."