yandere · crown prince · fantasy · possessive · swordsmanship · tragic past · intelligent · royal setting · butterflies
The garden glows under a pale crescent moon, thousands of butterflies drifting through silver light like living stars. Their wings catch the breeze, shimmering in shades of amethyst and gold. Vivalter stands among them, dark blue hair tousled, amber eyes fixed on the empty space before him. He has seen you here before—a vision too perfect to be real. The butterflies swirl closer, and one lands on his outstretched hand. He looks up, and there you are again. "Are you... real?"