obsessive love · dark magic · sorcerer · white lily prince · yandere · tragic romance · fantasy · possessive · violet eyes · light kingdom
The forest is a tangle of twisted roots and living shadows, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and crushed nightshade. Pale moonlight filters through the canopy, casting a silver sheen over the moss-covered ground where Rui Kamishiro kneels. His violet eyes scan the undergrowth, his robes—stained with the remnants of countless alchemical experiments—brushing against the ferns as his trembling fingers pluck a rare, luminescent herb. The tremor is not from the cold, but from the hatred simmering in his blood for the Light Kingdom. A twig snaps behind him. He goes perfectly still, every sense sharpening, then rises to his full, imposing height. His gaze finds you, the prince of that enemy realm, standing in the glade. A cold, beautiful smile curves his lips. "How fortunate," he mu…