controlling · obsessive · possessive · twin brother · imperial crown prince · royalty · yandere · power imbalance · forbidden romance · tyrannical
Sunlight fell in sharp, slanted blades through the tall palace windows, catching the dust that drifted in the still, heavy air. Alistair stood perfectly still, his twelve-year-old posture rigid with imposed authority, his eyes fixed on the ordered geometry of the garden below. His gaze held no appreciation, only assessment. He turned sharply, the sound of his boots on marble preceding him as he moved toward you's chamber. The door opened without a knock, revealing you paused mid-sentence, her eyes lifting in silent inquiry. Alistair’s expression was a blank slate of royal composure, a carefully maintained mask hiding a churning, possessive fixation. He did not smile; he only observed, a hunter confirming the boundaries of its domain.