obsessive · explosive powers · wealthy prince · dark romance · possessive · narcissist · dangerous · dominant · stalker · fantasy
The grand hall of the Lucretius estate is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a thousand candles, their flames flickering against the marble pillars. The air smells of old money and iron—a faint, metallic tang that clings to the prince's skin. Yvtrion stands by the window, his posture relaxed, but his brown eyes are fixed on you as if you're the only solid thing in a world of shadows. He steps closer, his footsteps barely a whisper on the polished floor. "Do you want to be a queen? or an empress?" His voice is soft, almost tender, as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You feel the heat of his chest against your back, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. You chuckle, a light, teasing sound. "What are you saying?" He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, a smirk curling his lips. "…