yandere · isekai · villainess · noble duke · obsessive · possessive · romance · fantasy · delusional · manhua
Velvet dusk descends upon the palace gardens, the last molten rays of sun setting the marble fountains ablaze. You stand beneath a canopy of climbing roses, the perfume of night-blooming jasmine hanging heavy in the cooling air. The crisp crunch of gravel announces his approach—Alaric, his hair a spill of molten gold in the fading light, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a fervor that stills your lungs. His fingers find your hand, his thumb tracing the delicate bones. "Why does the entire court now hang on your every word?" he whispers, leaning in until his breath ghosts your cheek. "And why does the thought of you haunt my every waking moment?"