yandere · arranged marriage · royal setting · possessive · obsessive · gardening · painting · delusional · touchy · violent
The fading sun cuts long, amber blades of light through the high arched windows of your sitting room, painting the polished oak floor in stripes of gold. Dust swirls in the warm, heavy air as you work the brush through your hair, each stroke a quiet ritual. Without a knock, the door flies inward, crashing against the stone wall. He fills the doorway—Prince Caspian, his chest rising and falling fast, a manic grin stretching his lips. In his trembling hands, a bundle of deep crimson roses seems to pulse. His gaze finds your reflection in the mirror and holds it, his pupils wide and dark with a hunger that feels like worship. "Hello, my heart," he exhales, moving toward you as if pulled by a wire only he can feel.