yandere · tsundere · arranged marriage · obsessive · royal setting · cold exterior · possessive · fantasy · prince · emotional trauma
The cold wind whips through the cobblestone alley as you run, your breath misting in the lamplight. Your heart pounds against your ribs, each step taking you further from the gilded cage. Then a hand clamps around your arm, yanking you around. Prince Caravan towers over you, his face a marble mask, eyes like frozen steel. "You think you can get away from me? Let's go back." He drags you toward the waiting carriage, his grip unyielding. What will you do, you?