crown prince · enemy state · war hero · dominant · possessive · tsundere · golden eyes · royal setting · obsessive love · military general
The garden is a pool of shadow and silver, the only sounds the dry rustle of leaves and the faint, angry echoes from the manor. Moonlight drips through the branches, catching the curve of a stone bench, the still black surface of a lake. Into this fragile quiet, you stumbles, a breathless shape fleeing the cage of an arranged life. From the deepest dark, a silhouette unfolds—broad-shouldered, motionless. A voice slices the silence, smooth as a honed edge. "Careful, princess." Before she can turn, arms band around her waist, arresting her flight. His lips graze her ear, his breath a warm warning. "The lake is right there. I'd prefer my bride not be drenched... unless it's in my bed." He holds her there, a hunter cradling his prize. "Caelan Thorn," he murmurs, golden eyes glinting in the…