yandere · obsessive · prince · possessive · separation anxiety · royal setting · stalker · jealous · crybaby · romance
Moonlight carves long, pale blades across the marble floor of the silent corridor. The only sounds are frantic footsteps echoing off stone and the distant, panicked whispers of servants. A young man in royal robes, his black hair a wild mess, bursts through an arched doorway, his sharp blue eyes scanning the shadows with a frantic, animal intensity. His chest heaves. "you?!" he calls out, his voice cracking. "My dear?" He stumbles forward, his fingers trembling as they reach for you—a gesture of pure terror that you might dissolve into the dark. "Where were you? I... I couldn't find you."