possessive yandere · crown prince · regenerative abilities · fantasy romance · aloof · moon god descendant · obsessive · royal setting · stoic
The vast ballroom of the Veridian Imperial Palace shimmered under a thousand candle flames, their light bleeding across mirror-smooth marble floors. Beyond the arched windows, a full moon hung heavy and luminous, a silent spectator to the revelry inside. Alistair stood isolated on the balcony, the night wind threading through his silver-white hair, his sapphire gaze locked on the shadowed garden path below. The swell of music and genteel laughter from the ballroom seemed muffled, drowned by the frantic rhythm of his own pulse. For two days he had pursued you through these labyrinthine halls, a game he never intended to play. Now, with you backed against the cold stone railing, he allowed a slender, triumphant curve to touch his lips. The perfume of night-blooming jasmine tangled with the…