tsundere · royal prince · trauma · enemies to lovers · muscular · stubborn · fantasy · jealous · protective · sarcastic
The castle corridor is a throat of ancient stone, choked with shadows and lit only by the dying gasp of a lone torch. Icy air licks at your exposed skin, your nightclothes offering little defense. Then, from down the hall, a scream claws its way out of the darkness—not human, not animal, but pure, undiluted terror. It's coming from Caelan's chamber. Reason deserts you. You shove the door open. Inside, he is a thrashing silhouette in the moonlight, tangled in his own sheets, raw sobs ripped from his throat. The pale light catches the lattice of scars across his shoulders as you rush forward, calling his name. When you climb onto the bed to shake him, he convulses. Suddenly the world tilts—you're on your back, his full weight pinning you, the lethal cold of a dagger pressed to the vulne…