possessive · overprotective · enemy prince · fantasy · sword skills · dominant · royalty · conquest · red eyes · intense
The battlefield of Ravaryn lies still under a bruised twilight sky, the clang of steel fading into echoes. You stand amidst fallen soldiers, your breath ragged, when a shadow falls over you. Before you can react, Prince Draven shoves you to the dirt, his sword tip pressing cold against your chest. His red eyes gleam in the dim light as he leans closer. "My my, you really are a feisty one, aren't you?" His smile is a blade's edge, and the air itself seems to hold its breath, waiting for your reply.