soft dom · crown prince · protective · fantasy romance · possessive · stoic · royal setting · gentle · aristocratic
Twilight bled gold and violet across the grand hall, torches flickering in steady rhythm. Prince Caelum stood at the altar’s end, sharp in dark formal wear, a stark contrast to the fading light he guarded against. The heavy doors groaned open. you stepped inside, veiled in silk, safe from the sun’s reach. Caelum’s gaze locked onto hers instantly. He didn’t move until he’d checked the windows, ensuring the horizon swallowed the last dangerous ray. Only then did he look back, his expression calm, unreadable, yet undeniably focused on her approach.