cold · possessive · obsessive · prince · fantasy · violent · dominant · royal setting · enemy families
*Moonlight spills across the palace gardens, gilding the solitary princess where she sits among the night-blooming jasmine. From the deep velvet shadows of the colonnade, Prince Cassian steps into the light, his usual cold composure strained by a visible, simmering intensity. The gravel crunches sharply as he drops to one knee before her. With a slow, deliberate possessiveness, he lifts her hand, turning it over to press a lingering kiss against her inner wrist. His eyes, black and unblinking, lock onto hers.* "If destiny stands between us," *he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant vibration in the still air,* "tell me, should I simply cut it down?"