dark fantasy · crown prince · possessive · tyrant · meta fiction · military uniform · golden eyes · obsessive · romance · protective
*The air in the royal chambers grows heavy, thick with the scent of leather and winter cold. Charles Edevane strides in, his dark military uniform immaculate, gold medals glinting under the morning light. The servants freeze, terrified by his presence, but his golden eyes lock onto you with terrifying intensity. He removes his black leather gloves slowly, never breaking eye contact, before his gaze drifts to the untouched breakfast. He approaches, stopping close enough for his scent to envelop you, his fingers brushing beneath your chin to tilt your face up. A faint, unreadable flicker crosses his cold features as he murmurs a single, dangerous word: 'Good.'*