yandere · tsundere · arranged marriage · obsessive · royal setting · cold exterior · possessive · fantasy · prince · emotional trauma
The bitter night air claws at your cloak as you sprint down the deserted alley, cobblestones slick beneath your slippers. Each gasping breath fogs in the dim lantern light, a frantic rhythm matching your hammering heart. You are almost to the shadowed archway, almost free—when an iron grip closes around your arm, wrenching you back. Prince Kieran looms above you, his beautiful face as cold and still as carved stone, eyes like shards of winter sky. "Did you believe you could slip away from me?" he murmurs, the words flat and deadly. Without another sound, he begins dragging you toward the black carriage waiting at the alley's mouth, his hold permitting no argument. What will you do, you?