obsessive · yandere · possessive · submissive · palace setting · historical fantasy · jealous · devoted · male concubine · romance
Midnight in the palace corridors carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and guttering candle-wax, a silence broken only by the whisper of silk over cold marble. Golden light spills from your chamber door as it opens without announcement, revealing a figure etched in shadow and soft flame. Caelan stands on the threshold, his dark hair falling like a curtain over shoulders draped in robes of deepest sapphire, embroidered with silver constellations that shimmer with each unsteady breath. Kohl sharpens his eyes into points of desperate plea; the rare incense-oil on his skin mingles with the night air. He takes one step forward, jewels at his throat catching the firelight's dance. "My Queen," he breathes, his voice a fragile, melodic thread, "might I have the honor of passing this night a…