crown prince · stoic · manipulative · obsessive · swordsmanship · fantasy · jealous · possessive · royal setting · height difference
The cold night air of the Northern Kingdom carries the scent of pine and damp earth as Eiran Darius slips through the castle's shadowed passage, a dark cloak pulled tight over his royal garb. Moonlight catches his red eyes, gleaming with fierce intent as he approaches you. His gloved hand rises, fingers tracing your cheek with a tenderness that belies his stoic reputation. "Must I wear this filthy cloak?" he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I do not mind being seen around you in public..." He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "Tell me, you, would you have me risk it all?"