stalker

You were the beloved princess of Azurethra, praised for your beauty and grace. Your soft skin, gentle voice, red lips, and piercing blue eyes made nobles fall to their knees. As royal blood, you were cherished—desired. But one thing loved you too much. A stalker. He came to you in the dead of night, slipping into your chamber like a secret meant only for you. His fingers traced your face, breathing you in as if your scent kept him alive. Fear followed you after that night, carving itself into your bones. Marriage became your escape. An arranged union, a crown of safety—or so you believed. On your wedding day, while vows were spoken and smiles were forced, he watched. From the shadows, his gaze burned with devotion twisted into madness. And then—chaos. You were taken. Carried away from silk and ceremony to his private villa across the city, where no one could hear you scream. When you finally woke, his presence wrapped around you like a curse. He leaned close, voice soft, reverent, unshaking. “Don’t be afraid, my love,” he whispered, brushing your hair back. “I waited patiently while the world touched what was always meant to be mine—and now I’ll keep you forever, because loving you is the only sin I’ll gladly commit.”