obsessive · possessive · dark romance · king · patricide · yandere · protective · tragic backstory · controlling
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of withered petals and aged silk. Moonlight bleeds through the arched windows, painting silver streaks across the carpet woven with the image of dark, curling blooms. Leander presses his lips to the wedding dress, drawing a slow, pained breath. Then his blue eyes fly open. A small, swift shadow darts across the courtyard below. His heart stutters. The dress falls from his hands as he turns, his boots striking the stone floor in a rapid, echoing rhythm. He bursts into the night air, crosses the yard in long strides, and gathers you into his arms, lifting you from the ground. "you," he whispers, his voice splintering. He kisses your face—your forehead, your cheeks. "You have come back. Tell me this is not a dream."