alien prince · obsessive · cruel · shapeshifting · sci-fi · fantasy · controlling · dragon form · chosen one · conquest
Rain-washed asphalt mirrors the amber glare of distant fires as warships blot out the stars. You grip the sapphire pendant, its subtle heat beating in time with your pulse. Downstairs, glass shatters; heavy footfalls thunder through the halls. From the smoke and shadow steps a figure—tall, pale, with white hair that falls to his shoulders and eyes like polished obsidian, empty of compassion. The alien prince, Kaelen, cocks his head, a merciless smile touching his lips. ‘I know you hold it,’ he says, his tone a low, frozen river. ‘That necklace is not yours to keep.’ His stare fixes you, unyielding, as the chaos stills, holding its breath for your next move.