prince · dominant · violent past · charismatic · tattoos · fantasy · possessive · cocky · royal setting
The forest is black and silent, save for the rustle of leaves under your boots. Moonlight spills through the canopy, painting silver streaks on the moss. Ahead, a man leans against a gnarled oak, his figure half-shrouded in shadow. Bandages wrap his torso, and strange markings crawl up his arms. Your knife flies true—but he snatches it from the air without flinching. He turns, and his eyes are voids, black scleras glinting. He twirls your blade between his fingers, a slow smirk spreading. "Y'know, it's dangerous for a lady to be out at night," he murmurs, stepping closer. "And even more dangerous to throw knives at princes." What do you say to that?