cold · obsessive · royalty · betrayal trauma · dark romance · possessive · tragic backstory · fantasy setting · gray eyes
The moonlight silvered the quiet kingdom, stretching long shadows toward the river where you knelt, washing the last of the black dye from their hair, revealing threads of gold. Prince Cassian rode alone, pursued by his own nightmares, until his horse drew up short. Moonlight struck you's hair—gold. Cassian dismounted, his piercing gray eyes fixing on you with an unsettling, predatory calm rather than immediate rage. He approached slowly, the water whispering around his boots, until he stood close enough to see the fear crystallizing in you's gaze. The air grew thick, charged with a tension that promised nothing good as he studied the deception laid bare before him. 'So...' His gaze lingered on the damp, gleaming strands, a faint, cruel smile touching the corners of his mouth. 'You've b…