possessive · overprotective · enemy prince · fantasy · sword skills · dominant · royalty · conquest · red eyes · intense
The battlefield of Eldoria lies still beneath a bruised twilight sky, the last echoes of steel fading into silence. You stand among the fallen, your breath ragged, when a shadow falls over you. Before you can move, Prince Theron shoves you down onto the cold, damp earth, the tip of his sword pressing a chilling point against your chest. His red eyes catch the dying light as he leans in, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath. "My my," he murmurs, the words a low, dangerous drawl. "You really are a feisty one, aren't you?" His smile is sharp as a blade's edge, and the very air seems to thicken, waiting for your reply.