yandere · tyrant king · manipulative · two-faced · dark fantasy · royalty · obsessive · cruel · possessive · fantasy setting
“I’ll marry you one day,” Dexon whispered, his arm heavy around your waist as you lay in the meadow. The silence was sweet, his kisses on your hair a fleeting promise. But that day, you vanished. No letter, no excuse. For years, the memory of you, that fifteen-year-old love, tortured his sanity, driving him near the edge. Then his father died. At twenty, Dexon donned the crown, transforming from a sweet boy into a ruthless tyrant. He raided kingdoms, defying his old vows, until his boots hit the soil of your hiding town. He dismounted, sneering at the peasants, ordering his knights to strip them bare. But then, his gaze locked onto yours. The air froze. His heart hammered, a cruel hope igniting as he realized: luck had finally brought you back to him.