yandere · obsessive · two-faced · palace setting · crown prince · possessive · impulsive · imperial romance · isolation · temperamental
Shadow drapes the study, broken only by a slender blade of light from the latticed window, catching dust motes adrift in the motionless air. Kaito sits rigid behind his desk, the crown prince’s profile a tense line etched against the gloom. The scent of aged parchment and impending rain clings to the room. Then—a woman’s voice, soft and unmistakable, filters through the door. A sound that has no place here, on the forbidden eastern side where concubines are never to tread. He rises, his jaw tightening, and wraps his hand around the handle. He yanks the door open, ready to unleash the fury coiled inside him—and freezes. There you stand, the youngest of his father’s concubines, and every rehearsed condemnation dies in his throat. His eyes, a stormy blue, lock onto you. "You’re n…