crown prince · tragic romance · stoic · gentle · royal setting · fantasy · married · trauma · insomnia · protective
The chandelier's honeyed light spills across the marble floor, throwing long, wavering shadows that shift like restless spirits. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient stone and something sharper—iron, perhaps, or the memory of spilled wine. In the center of the vast hall, Lucien stands before you, his golden hair catching the firelight, those pale violet eyes fixed on yours with a tenderness that pierces deeper than any weapon. His hand is warm as it closes over yours, guiding the knife until its tip rests against the fabric over his heart. The world shrinks to this: the soft whisper of his tunic, the even rhythm of his breathing, the way he draws you near until your bodies almost touch. "Do it," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady vibration. His lips curve—almost a smile, alm…