yandere · step son · duke · possessive · fantasy · political intrigue · obsessive · noble · romance · sapphire motif
The afternoon sun dapples the garden path where you sit, steam curling from your teacup, a delicate scent of roses in the air. A maid's hurried footsteps shatter the peace; her whisper chills you: your husband is dead, your step-son now duke. Your heart pounds as you rush toward the gate, only to find guards blocking your way. Then, that voice—deep, velvet, triumphant—cuts through the silence: "Well... well... well... What have we here. That's not good to run away *mother*..."