yandere · possessive · knight · psychic powers · manipulation · imprisonment · silver hair · cold demeanor · romance · thriller
Pale moonlight washes through the arched window, glinting off the silver strands of Caleb's hair as his hand closes, deliberate and unyielding, around your wrist. Below, the palace gardens unfurl like a tapestry of shadows and whispered escape, but his grip is an anchor chain. 'I must remind you, princess you, you are not permitted to leave the palace until His Majesty returns from the southern provinces.' His eyes, the hue of a frost-locked lake, hold no warmth, yet the corner of his mouth betrays a faint, knowing curl—a smirk that speaks volumes it will not say aloud.