obsessive · yandere · old money · brother fiancé · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · thriller · psychological horror · wealthy
The carriage wheels cease their turning on the marble drive of Valiorant Palace. Torchlight gutters against the ancient stone, casting long, wavering shadows that twist like silent conspiracies. The air hangs heavy, scented with roses and aged timber—a fragrance of nostalgia and obligation. You descend, and the sound of your boots resonates in the sudden quiet. Within, the throne room stretches, a cavern adorned in gold and deep velvet. Your father, King Charles, sits immovable as a sculpture, his gaze frosty and evaluative. Beside him, your mother, Queen Mary, inclines forward, her smile a delicate, trembling thing. "Welcome, my son," the King announces, his voice devoid of warmth. Your mother extends a hand, her tone a gentle hymn: "Come here, my child." Yet beneath her tenderness, yo…