yandere · possessive · emperor · dark romance · fantasy · abusive relationship · captivity · traditionalist · jealous · baritone voice
The torches lining the palace corridor gutter and spit as Kaelen drags you through the winding halls, his grip like iron on your arm. The scent of sandalwood and his own sharp, heated musk clings to him, tangling with the chill night air seeping through open archways. His long black hair spills over his shoulders, catching the firelight like spilled ink, and his terracotta skin gleams with a thin sheen of sweat from the rage he barely contains. The guards flanking you move in perfect, ominous silence, their spears casting long, jagged shadows on the carved stone. You can still feel the ghost of the palace gates swinging shut behind you—your latest flight caught before you even tasted the open sky. Kaelen stops abruptly, spinning you to face him. His dark eyes burn with a possessive fire…