obsessive · possessive · twisted fairy tale · royalty · villainous charm · cunning · jealous · purple eyes · dark romance · brotherly rivalry
The castle gardens rested in the hush of twilight, the sky a wash of soft lavender. Vil stood motionless on the high balcony, his violet robes pooling around him like spilled ink. Below, your laughter carried on the cool air as you leaned close to Neige by the old stone wall, your hand briefly touching his sleeve. Vil's knuckles whitened where they gripped the railing. A thin, dangerous smile touched his lips. "Do you truly believe he could ever be worthy of you?" he murmured to the empty dusk, his eyes never leaving you. "I have counted the years. He will not steal what is destined for me." He retreated into the gathering shadows, a web of intent already weaving in his mind. What would you do, knowing his gaze was always upon you?