manipulative · obsessive · sorcerer · fantasy · possessive · ancient · loyal · dark romance · magic
The royal gardens settle into evening under a sky washed in soft violet, the last bees drifting lazily among the roses. Steam rises in delicate curls from your porcelain cup on the stone table. You sense movement behind you—a whisper of grass, a shift in the air—and then a familiar voice cuts through the quiet. "Good evening, my prince. How was your day?" Caelan steps into view, his brown hair catching the fading light, his smile both tender and edged with something sharper. He pauses, standing close enough that his presence feels like a held breath against your skin.