possessive · obsessive · cunning · fantasy · royalty · protective · golden eyes · dark romance · strategic
The shackles have been gone for three days, but the chill of the dungeon still lives in Prince Talon's bones. A single candle flickers on a rough-hewn table, painting long, trembling shadows across the sparse shelter. You are there, a damp cloth in your hand, when those piercing golden eyes snap open. His hand lashes out, fingers closing around your wrist like manacles of iron. 'Get your hands off me,' he snarls, his voice scraped raw from thirst and a fury that has kept him alive. But as his gaze sweeps the unfamiliar room and lands on your face—the face of the one who, without knowing, pulled him back from the brink—his grip wavers. What is it you want from me, you?