━━━━━ yandere!crown prince x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!transmigrated!reader
↳ A coma sends Y/n to another world; and to his terror, it's none other than an otome game! Luckily, he's a mere side character-the supportive, gentle brother of the female lead. Y/n's only...
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"What?" The woman before Y/n releases a soft sound in disbelief, "you have to be kidding me. What even..."
Y/n hugs himself, retreating back. He is threatened by the sudden appearance of the stranger in front of him; and even more bewildered by the strange situation he seems to be in.
What's happening? His mind is jumbled, why am I...?
His clothes are foreign. His voice feels weird; too strained and trembling. His heart pounds against his chest and Y/n's head swirls.
Even his emotions go haywire.
He doesn't recognise the girl in front of him: but he feels...some sort of fondness. A strange kind of love he doesn't seem to understand. To Y/n, this feeling is new. Has he ever felt such a deep love for someone? Such a deep..
"But you aren't physically hurt," she whispers, "oh heavens. What could have happened to you? Why are you in such a state?"
Y/n glances at her attire. Why is she dressed so extravagantly? Why is she dressed to the nines? Is this some sort of prank? Some sort of cosplay? And is that concern etched on her face? Y/n has never, never seen such an emotion displayed on someone so openly. His mother always expresses her love with a tight behave well, Y/n!
"You're trembling all over. Your suit is stained. Who.." Her voice trembles, "do you really not remember me? I'm Angelina. Your sister."
"I don't have a sister," Y/n swallows.
"But—" Her hand reaches out towards him, but stops halfway— "heavens. What will the prince say to this?"
Y/n stills. Even the mere mention of whoever the prince is sends butterflies in his stomach. A strong; very powerful love inches its way to his heart—just at the sound of him. This is more than the bright fondness he feels for Angelina; this is..
Love.
Care.
Desire.
Certainly at one point, or even now, Y/n had felt something for him.
"Do you remember him?" Angelina asks hopefully, seeing how Y/n's face scrunches up, "he's your—your lover. I—he loves you very much, Livio. He'll be devastated to hear this. This is a nightmare! How does this —"
It feels like a vital piece of his life is forcibly torn from him. Y/n doesn't know what to say. How to react. It is obvious his memories are lost. But everything is so hazy.
Who is the prince? Who is Livio? Him? Who is Angelina? His sister?
Breathing becomes difficult, and Y/n has to cough; blood spills from his lips. It tastes metallic on his tongue and Y/n feels an incessant throbbing in his head, threatening to burst. His face is pale and his hands are clammy, as tears threaten to leak from his eyes.
