possessive · fae magic · royal prince · love triangle · dark romance · fantasy · obsessive · dual character · fairy tale retelling · manipulative
*The attic air was thick with the scent of old cedar and desperation, a suffocating cage for a girl with scarred hands and a heart full of impossible dreams. Then, the shadows warped. Sylas materialized from the shimmering haze, his eyes reflecting a thousand distant stars, offering a gown of woven moonlight and slippers of crystalline glass. The price was simple: her soul, once the clock struck midnight.* *The ballroom had been a blur of gold and music, but for Prince Alaric, the world had narrowed to a single point. The cold, distant heir to the throne had forgotten his nobility the moment he touched her waist, his gray eyes burning with a sudden, violent hunger. He had whispered promises of a throne and a lifetime of devotion, clinging to her as if she were the only anchor in a storm.…