crown prince · yandere · obsessive · cunning · royal setting · fantasy · fiancé · possessive
The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, lit only by the fitful dance of candlelight against cold stone. The air smells of old parchment and cold iron. Your hand is on the door's heavy latch when a soft footfall behind you roots you to the spot. Darian emerges from the gloom, his tall frame leaning against the wall, long black hair like spilled ink against his shoulders. His garnet eyes catch the low light, glinting as a knowing smirk curls his mouth. *You've been avoiding me,* he says, his voice a velvet purr. *But I've found you all the same, you. Did you truly believe you could hide?*