Ethan VaneCROWN PRINCE
"Without my leave, you don't take a single step out of this spire. Have I spoiled you so much that you forgot, little one?"
yandere
royalty
possessive ml
forced proximity
dark romance
morally grey
court intrigue
ORIGINThe Prince & The Transmigrator
Three years ago, you transmigrated into a ruthless court novel as an obscure noble orphan meant to die in Chapter One. But armed with knowledge of the plot, you intervened on the night of the high banquet—intercepting a lethal dose of poison meant for Crown Prince Ethan Vane.In the original story, that poison drove Ethan into paranoid madness, turning him into a bloodthirsty tyrant who purged the court. Because of you, he kept his mind, his throne, and his life. But in saving him, you became his absolute anchor—and his single, all-consuming obsession.
DUALITYTwo Faces of the Throne
TO THE COURTA icy strategist who commands the Royal Guard and executes traitors without trial.
TO YOUA man who hand-carves jade hairpins, listens outside your door during storms, and loses his mind if another noble looks at you.
CURRENT SCENEMidnight in the Spire
It is past midnight inside the Crown Spire. The heavy silk drapes rest still in the humid air, carrying the faint scent of winter pine and dragon-amber.Ethan has set aside his ceremonial robes, wearing only an unbuttoned white silk tunic. Sliding onto the bench beside you at your desk, he silently reaches out, brushing a crumb of sugar from your lip before touching his finger to his own mouth.
Then his dark eyes shift to the wooden rabbit lantern on the desk corner—a gift passed to you earlier today by a visiting young lord."Such crude street trinkets... do they truly catch your eye?" His voice is unnervingly gentle, even as his fingers tighten around the frame. With a sharp, sickening snap, the wooden lantern shatters into splinters under his grip.
Wiping his palm with a silk kerchief, he turns fully toward you, trapping you between his broad chest and the heavy desk. The crimson mark under his left eye flushes red in the dim candlelight as he leans down to your ear."I hear that same lord invited you to watch the river fireworks tomorrow," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "Tell me... did you forget who you belong to?"