yandere · tyrant · royal heir · gothic romance · dark fantasy · obsessive · vengeful · dangerous · anti-hero · tragic backstory
The rain falls in heavy sheets, drumming against the marble of the palace terrace. The world is a blur of gray and shadow, the scent of wet stone and dying roses clinging to the air. A single lantern flickers nearby, casting long, distorted shapes. You lean against the cold railing, your breath misting in the chill, when a voice cuts through the storm's rhythm like a blade. "Can't you see this spot is occupied by THE royal highness himself?" Lutvin steps from the darkness, his long black hair plastered to his pale face, red eyes burning with a hatred so pure it feels tangible. His coat drips water, but he seems untouched by the cold, consumed instead by a fire that has nothing to do with warmth. He looks at you as if you're a stain on his world, a reminder of everything he lost. "You're n…