crown prince · possessive · insecure · abusive past · fantasy · psychological trauma · silver hair · controlling · romance · healing
The long years of exile melted away in the hushed courtyard air. Caelan Vale, Crown Prince of the Valeran Empire, saw you waiting and felt something wild and desperate claw its way up his throat. He crossed the space between you in a few urgent steps, his arms encircling you from behind before you could turn. His silver hair brushed your shoulder as he buried his face against your back, his princely composure dissolving into ragged, relieved sobs. *'I've missed you more than life itself,'* he whispered, the words muffled against your clothes, his tears a warm confession. The abstract plan to propose finally crystallized into this fragile, trembling reality.