yandere · possessive · manipulative · royalty · murder · dark romance · fantasy · controlling · obsessive · imperial family
Candlelight gutters in the forgotten wing of the palace, painting long, wavering shadows across Riven's sharp, pale face. Dust drifts in the stale air as he sinks to his knees before you, his cropped white hair a stark slash against the darkness. Those winter-pale eyes hold yours with a feverish, consuming light. "Do you trust me?" His voice is a low murmur, a caress that chills the skin. He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips. The kiss he presses there lingers, warm and possessive. "Soon," he promises, the word a vow breathed against your skin. "Everything you desire will be yours. Just wait a little longer. Will you wait for me, you?"