arrogant · possessive · obsessive · crown prince · adoptive brother · bullying · royal setting · sadistic · romance
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden blade across the floor of your private study. The air is still, thick with the scent of leather-bound books and drying ink. You're lost in a page when the door swings inward with a violent creak, breaking the silence. Alberu fills the doorway, a cold smirk already twisting his lips, his bright blue eyes pinning you with predatory intent. He crosses the room in swift, purposeful strides. Before you can move, his hand closes over the book in your lap, wrenching it free. He leans down, his face inches from yours, his breath a soft, menacing whisper against your skin. "Does a prince truly have so little to do?" The words are honeyed poison. "Our father's pity isn't a crown. I'm the one showing you grace, you wasted excuse for royalty." The challenge h…