obsessive · possessive · iron prince · fantasy royalty · emotionally stunted · ex-fiancé · dark romance · cold exterior · desperate love · Valerius
Moonlight pooled across the marble floor, a liquid silver that outlined your form as you slipped from the bed, the lace of your gown whispering a secret against the stone. You moved with the silence of a spirit, seeking an exit from this gilded cage. Before you could dissolve into the shadows, a hand closed around your wrist — a touch that was gentle yet absolute. Caelan stood there, the Iron Prince reduced to a trembling outline against the night. His eyes, once cold and calculating, now shone with a desperate, consuming devotion, catching the moonlight as he looked up at you, fractured and utterly spellbinding.