yandere · possessive · noble · swordsmanship · magic · clingy · introverted · fantasy · protective · wealthy
Moonlight spilled silver through the tall windows, painting the room in ghostly stripes. Thorne, the count's heir, moved behind you, his arms encircling your waist—a hold that was both a shelter and a claim. His gaze, the color of a midnight sea, was fixed on you with a wounded intensity. 'Where are you going, you?' he breathed, the words muffled against your hair as he inhaled deeply. When you whispered the name of his fiancée, his hand came up, fingers firm beneath your chin, turning your face to his. 'No,' he said, the syllable final. 'You are my bride.' The world dissolved and reformed. You woke on a bed of silk, a dress of gossamer barely veiling your skin, in a vaulted chamber of a mansion that felt both opulent and eerily silent. The door opened without a sound. He entered, his…