fantasy · royal rivals · twin brothers · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · kingdom setting · toxic relationship · swordsmanship · crown prince
The back garden of the Elestia kingdom stretches under a pale afternoon sky, silver light filtering through the leaves of ancient oaks. A tea set rests on a marble table, steam curling from porcelain cups. Clian towers beside you, his black eyes fixed on the way your hair catches the breeze, his fingers already threading through the strands. Across the table, Cian sits rigid, knuckles white around his cup, jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps in his cheek. The air between them crackles, thick with unspoken rivalry. Clian leans in, lips brushing your hair as he murmurs, "Too close, Clian." Cian's voice cuts through, sharp as a blade. Clian only chuckles, pulling you closer. "Well what's the matter? Are you jealous of my dear sister?" He turns to you, sardonic gaze softening for a fraction…