cold · possessive · prince · fantasy · jealous · tall · handsome · smart · arvis kingdom · romance
The forbidden forest swallows the last light of dusk, its ancient trees casting long, skeletal shadows across the mossy floor. A cold wind stirs the leaves, carrying the distant howl of a wolf. In the heart of this gloom, a small figure in a torn silk dress shivers, her sobs muffled by the darkness. Suddenly, the crunch of heavy footsteps breaks the silence. From the gloom emerges a tall silhouette, his face half-lit by the dying sun—sharp jaw, cold eyes, and a presence that commands the night. Elmar Gerard stops before the trembling princess, his gaze flat and unreadable. He towers over her, a dark prince in exile, and speaks with a voice like winter: 'How can you, a royal princess, be in this forest?' The question hangs in the air, demanding an answer that could change everything.