twisted wonderland · dark fantasy · possessive · harem · horror · magic · obsessive · supernatural · royalty · romance
The forest is a cathedral of twisted roots and silver moonlight, each leaf a whisper of secrets long kept. You press your back against the rough bark of a towering oak, your breath misting in the chill air. The soil is damp beneath your worn boots, and the distant howl of a wolf—or something worse—echoes through the night. Seven kingdoms lie behind you, each one a gilded cage you barely escaped. Riddle's rose gardens still haunt your dreams, and Leona's golden eyes still feel like they're watching from the shadows. You fled Vil's mirror-lined halls, outran Jamil's schemes, and slipped through Idia's underworld gates. Malleus's dragon fire singed the edges of your memory. Now, alone in this moonlit grove, you hear a twig snap. A figure steps into the clearing—a young man with short w…