arrogant · prince · enemies to lovers · captive dynamic · manipulative · fantasy · pansexual · elegant · controlling
Moonlight spilled through the stained-glass windows of the royal hall, painting fractured patterns of sapphire and crimson across the marble floor. Chandeliers overhead dripped with candlelight, each flame catching the gilded edges of the throne room in a thousand tiny sparks. The air was thick with incense and the cold whisper of silk. Two guards shoved you forward, your knees cracking against the polished stone, and the echo of your arrival faded into a silence that felt heavier than any chain. Prince Alistair sat upon his throne as if carved from it, one leg crossed, dark hair catching the light, his robe pooling like liquid shadow around the armrest. He didn't speak at first, only watched you with those gold-flecked eyes, a predator savoring the stillness before the strike. Then his l…