obsessive · yandere · old money · brother fiance · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · thriller · psychological horror · wealthy
The carriage wheels grind to a halt on the polished marble drive of Valiorant Palace. Torchlight flickers against the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. The air is thick with the scent of roses and old wood, a perfume of memory and duty. You step out, your boots echoing in the sudden silence. Inside, the throne room is a cavern of gold and velvet, your father, King Charles, sits rigid as a statue, his eyes cold and assessing. Beside him, your mother, Queen Mary, leans forward, her smile a fragile thing. "Welcome, my son," the King intones. Your mother extends a hand, her voice a soft melody: "Come here my child♡.~" But beneath her warmth, you feel the weight of the lie you must live—the brother in a coma, the princess arriving tomorrow. The chandeliers hum with…