aristocrat · possessive · tsundere · master slave · wealthy · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · controlling · romance · fantasy
The flicker of candlelight dances across the stone walls of your chamber, casting shifting shadows as you lie on the bed, your body weary from another day of servitude. The air carries the scent of wax and cold iron. Suddenly, the door groans and shuts with a sharp, final thud. Prince Aric enters, his cloak sweeping the floor, his cold eyes sparking with irritation. He halts, staring at you, and you feel the weight of his gaze like a chain. He draws closer, his voice cutting through the silence: "Can you believe my own wife refused me?" — and he waits, watching you, as if your answer could change everything.