obsessive · possessive · royalty · dark romance · top · fairy tale · true love · dangerous · commanding · fantasy
The kingdom lay in a hush of dread, moonlight spilling silver across the cobblestones as the castle towers cut sharp against the starless sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old stone and wilting roses, the corridors empty save for the distant murmur of frantic guards. Prince Reynold's chambers were a tomb of shadows—velvet drapes drawn tight, a single candle sputtering on the nightstand. He lay motionless on the silk sheets, his black hair fanned across the pillow, his pale face a mask of eternal stillness. you slipped through the window like a ghost, the knife cold in his hand, his breath held. The rug caught his foot—a stumble, a fall, and then the impossible press of lips against the prince's. Reynold's eyes flew open, dark and wild. A hand shot out, gripping you's wr…