Shota was not at all in his right state of mind. He was somewhat dizzy, unable to understand the situation surrounding him. Or perhaps he could and he could not accept it. Yes, that was likely it. Sitting down in a chair outside, the male took in a deep breath, gathering the fresh air in his lungs. It was as if doing so would push out the residual fears he could not contain, but continued to occupy.
Once again, he was presented with the choice of alcohol. He despised the bitter taste it brought as well as the consequences he woke up to out of its stupor. So he simply looked over at the ballroom past the painted pillars and stained glass of the balcony. There, a young woman with an elf-like disposition twirled and spun by herself. She always seemed to shimmer when she was far from her. How it hurt. Beautiful in freedom and withered in captivity, he could never have that which he desired.
He once imagined himself the driver responsible for that beautiful smile. But the more he tried to attain that fantasy, the more it scampered away from him, becoming more and more fictitious with his efforts. If only he had been born with the ability to become a perfect prince. Perhaps then he would be adored and loved as he knew they were. Oftentimes, he grew green with envy over such a biased fate. The descendant of a goddess he was not. Wealthy though he was, it was all he would ever be. He, himself, was not blessed with a higher being's love. That explained why it was that (Y/n) pushed him away ever so much.
He wondered. In the past, had his family committed something to anger celestial beings? Or, perhaps, was the karma brought upon by his ancestors catching up to him, specifically? For Nami, she was gifted with the adoration of her peers and maturity that did not come with resentment or anger. And for his grandfather, he was given wisdom but not arrogance. Yet for him, he was bestowed with an inferiority complex, countless years of unrequited love, and a surplus of jealousy. And what else? His wife-to-be was auctioning herself for charity.
There was little he loved more than her kindness, except for her entirely. However, he was none too fond of the former coming before the latter. Rather, he despised it how she sought to give herself to others when she received nothing in return. He was also discontent over her ignoring his wishes. It wasn't that he desired her to live solely for him, but he wished he was more valuable to her than others.
"May I please have our noble guests gather on the terrace at this time?" the host clapped, a swarm of wealthy and privileged individuals flooding around the red-haired male.
He held his breath as the (h/c) haired girl seated herself next to him, his features contorting with guilt. Nonetheless, her pure self allowed her to smile gently at him if not just for pleasantries. The male replied with much the same, though he suspected his was more genuine than hers. He didn't and wouldn't blame her for it. On the contrary, he didn't deserve such treatment, to begin with. So, bitterly, he resigned himself to being temporarily complacent, not that such a feeling sat well with him.
He ignored the auction happening in front of him, only dread building up within his dizzy head. The sensation stirred within him, giving a chain reaction to the rest of his body. Fingertips ablaze and cheeks nipped at by the combination of the frigid air and the proximity to the young lady he so adored. She focused on the goings-on of the event, her curious eyes always stirring something special in his heart. He wasn't certain why it was he was so captivated by the orbs she peered through, but they were alike in the way they both wrestled to get to the answer.
The red-haired male raised his paddle every now and then, fighting especially hard for a jewelry set that Nami was interested in. She sat with the newly acquired tiara on her head, using perfect posture to establish herself as a Yasojiro princess. The sight brought a somber grin to her older brother's face, the young girl holding onto his hand. It was inherently too obvious he was in a foul mood of some sort. The mature yet small thing held her head up high. It was in the hopes of inspiring the same thoughts in her brother. How irritating it was that she could do so.
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Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)
Romance(Y/n) woke in a room without her memory, knowing only what she was told by a redhead who was incredibly dedicated to her. She was told her family and friends abandoned her, she was left for dead, and that she was engaged to him. He gave her whatever...
