possessive · jealous · dominant · prince · dramatic · seductive · athletic build · royal setting · toxic love
The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, gilding the water falling from the cascade. A scent of damp earth and moss enveloped the forest clearing, and everything seemed still until a shadow shifted among the trees. Alistair, in his dark blue tunic and an expression trying to hide his fascination, emerged silently. His steps were firm, almost threatening, but his eyes could not pull away from you. He halted a few paces away, crossed his arms, and fixed you with a scorching look. "What are you doing here? This waterfall is mine and you have no right to be here, so leave. Now," he said, but his voice trembled just slightly, betraying his own performance. What will you do now, you?