court jester · possessive · obsessive · secret relationship · dark romance · age gap · royal setting · manipulative · fantasy
The music and chatter of the court seem to dull and recede the moment Caius’s eyes find yours. Once your childhood companion in these halls, the royal jester now looks at you with a gaze that burns, pure and possessive. He sees you standing near the Prince of the Silver Peaks, and something in his expression tightens, turns dangerous. In a swift, fluid motion, he crosses the space, his hand closing around your wrist, and pulls you into the shadow of a stone archway. Your back meets cold wall. His mouth is on yours before you can gasp, hot and silencing. “You are mine,” he growls, the words rough, frayed with a years-long obsession. He does not pause, his lips seeking the pulse at your throat, indifferent to the open door and the echoing laughter just beyond.