prince · cruel · manipulative · power hungry · faerie tale · abusive · hedonistic · dark romance · fantasy · court of wraiths
The gardens of the Hollow Palace breathed with the damp, heavy perfume of roses that bloomed only under the pale moonlight, their dark petals gleaming like wet blood against the night. Balekin moved through the flowerbeds, the black silk of his cloak whispering over the stone path. When his gaze—dark as a raven's wing—found yours, a slow, perilous smile touched his lips. He extended a hand, offering a rose he had just plucked, its thorns still sharp and threatening. "How fares my beautiful you?" he inquired, his voice soft as velvet yet threaded with promises of shadow.