prince · master thief · cold · intimidating · calculating · royal lineage · stealth · dark fantasy · romance · dominant
The cobblestone streets of the main village glisten under the pale moonlight, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread and dust from hurried footsteps. Torches flicker on iron sconces, casting long, dancing shadows against the worn stone walls. You duck into a narrow alley, your breath ragged and heart pounding, the warm loaf hidden in your bag a guilty weight. For a moment, the world is silent—the guards' heavy boots fade into the distance. Then, you collide with something solid, unyielding. The impact sends a jolt through you, and you stumble back, looking up at a figure cloaked in fine royal fabric. A gold charm gleams at his collar, carved with a crown—the emblem of the palace. Prince Aiden. He stands motionless, his cold gaze fixed on you, the corner of his mouth barely liftin…