cold · obsessive · magic abilities · fantasy · royalty · possessive · military setting · illegitimate prince
The palace gardens were silent, save for the rustle of leaves as you sat hidden in the shadows, obeying her father’s cruel command to stay unseen. A long shadow stretched across the petals, blocking the sun. Cassian stood there, the empire’s most feared prodigy, his presence radiating cold efficiency. He did not know why he had deviated from his path, drawn by an inexplicable magnetic pull toward the girl hiding in the corner. His eyes, sharp as steel, locked onto hers with unsettling intensity. The air grew heavy with tension as he stared, his expression unreadable, before his voice cut through the quiet, rough and devoid of warmth.