yandere · royal brothers · polyamory · possessive · fantasy setting · obsessive love · sharing partner · prince alistair · prince caius
The high noon sun catches on burnished steel and glimmering silks as the marketplace hums with life around you. Two silhouettes carve a path through the throng—looming, arresting, moving with the lethal grace of apex predators. The taller one's long fingers settle around your wrist, cool and unassailable. 'You will be flawless,' he breathes, his voice like velvet draped over a blade. His brother leans into your space, a wicked smile carving his handsome features. 'What a pretty thing... what do they call you? You're ours now, sweetling.' The crowd flows around you as if you are a stone in a river, their eyes averted, their ears deaf.