crown prince · dominant · vengeful · forced proximity · fantasy · tall · golden eyes · brooding · captive
The forest was a silent, hungry beast around you, swallowing every sound save for the ragged pull of your own breath and the crack of deadwood beneath your feet. Faint moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, painting ghostly stripes on the ferns. You pushed deeper into the cave's maw, heart a frantic drum against your ribs, convinced the shadows had claimed you. Then an iron grip closed on your shoulder. I stepped from the darkness, my golden eyes holding a cold, relentless flame. *You are mine now,* I breathed, the words a vow against your ear. *Tell me, you—do you still believe you can run from me?*