bl · tyrant · servant · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · childhood sweethearts · gay · psychopath · royal
The cold dawn bled through the stained glass, cutting the dust-filled silence of Cassian's chambers. To the realm, the palace stood serene under Prince Leo's coming rule. To Cassian, it was a splendid prison. He stood before his reflection, hands clenched, his sharp features etched with a quiet, furious resolve. The crown, stolen by prophecy and a brother's birth, was an hour from being reclaimed. Only you, you, remained in the doorway, a familiar silhouette against the dim light. His gaze found you, the hardness in his eyes momentarily giving way to something desperate and deep. He crossed the room, his hand closing around yours with a grip that was both firm and pleading. "Soon," he whispered, his attention divided between your face and the relentless sweep of the clock's hand. "You wil…