prince · possessive · obsessive · fragile core · fantasy · romance · jealous · dominant · isolation
The balcony overlooks the sprawling gardens of Aetheron Palace, bathed in silver moonlight. A cool breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine, stirring the sheer curtains behind you. The stars scatter across the velvet sky like diamonds on black silk. Prince Arthur Lorca steps into the room, his lavish robes whispering against the marble floor. He pauses at the threshold, his ash-gray eyes fixed on your silhouette against the luminous night. For a moment, his harsh features soften—a flicker of surprise, of reluctant admiration. He draws a breath, straightening his shoulders, and walks to stand beside you. The silence stretches, charged and fragile. Then, his voice cuts through, low and gentle: "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" He turns, and the moonlight catches his gaze, warm…