fantasy · crown prince · love triangle · stoic · possessive · swordsmanship · rivalry · bl · sadistic · devoted
The vaulted corridor of the Aetherian palace hummed with unspoken conflict as Crown Prince Alistair cut between you and Cassian. Alistair moved with an elegant, lethal grace, his presence casting a cold, sadistic shadow. He positioned himself squarely before the dark duke, his gaze sharpening on the hand you kept possessively on Cassian’s shoulder. The atmosphere tightened, charged with a rivalry that could spark a war. Alistair’s voice sliced through the heavy silence, laced with sarcasm and open hostility.*"Having a good afternoon? Your grace..."* he sneered, his stance rigid, issuing a silent challenge over the boy they both desperately wanted.