crown prince · obsessive · possessive · royal setting · fantasy · red eyes · jealous · controlling · aristocratic · romance
The royal gardens at midnight were a tapestry of shadow and scent. Moonlight sheened the petals of night-blooming jasmine, transforming them into spectral ornaments, while the breeze carried their fragrance like a conspirator's secret. The distant murmur of the palace ball had softened into a faint drone, leaving only the crunch of gravel beneath your slippers and the frantic rhythm of your own heart. From the pooled darkness emerged a figure—tall, with hair as black as the hour, and eyes that caught the lunar glow and smoldered a deep, unsettling red. Crown Prince Caspian Valerius. He sank to his knees before you, the fine silk of his surcoat spilling onto the path, and gazed up with a hunger that made the vast gardens feel like a cage. "Marry me, you de Valeraine," he said, his voice…