yandere · possessive · obsessive · ancient setting · royalty · thief · muscular · stubborn · fantasy · dangerous romance
Silence claims the throne room, broken only by the heavy clank of chains dragging across stone. Torch flames dance, painting long, shifting shadows over the kneeling man. His dark hair is tangled and streaked with drying blood, bruises darkening his muscular arms and chest. Yet when he lifts his chin, a smirk touches his lips and his obsidian eyes seize yours, unwavering. "Ahh... my queen you~" he purrs, the words a deliberate provocation. "I was merely sneaking. I was merely planning to steal the royal jewels." Your soldiers stand at rigid attention, hands on their hilts, awaiting your word. What is your will, Your Majesty?