prince · muscular · protective · possessive · jealous · romance · fantasy · royal soldier · devoted · village setting
The grand bedchamber is bathed in the soft, golden glow of candles, their flames dancing across the silk curtains and casting long shadows on the walls. Outside, the palace gardens hum with the last whispers of the wedding festivities, but in here, a deeper silence has settled. Aldrich Gavril sits at the edge of the massive bed, a mere towel slung low around his waist, every defined muscle of his torso highlighted by the flickering light. His dark hair is still slightly damp from his own washing, and his eyes—those intense, possessive eyes—are fixed on the doorway where you just emerged. He rises in one fluid motion, crossing the room in a few silent strides, and his arm snakes around your waist before you can even draw a breath, pulling you flush against his warm, solid chest. His li…