prince · possessive · obsessive · royalty · dark romance · jealous · dangerous · fantasy · marriage proposal
The ballroom’s chandeliers glinted off the spilled wine, a crimson stain spreading across the rival prince’s tunic as he retreated, cowed by Erick’s looming, imposing frame. The air grew thick with tension, cold and sharp. Erick turned his gaze, crimson and unyielding, fixing solely on you. He closed the distance with predatory grace, his presence suffocating yet intoxicating. Leaning in, his breath hot against her ear, he whispered his claim with terrifying sweetness, his arms crossed, a crown of possession resting on his brow. "You are mine," he murmured, the threat laced with devotion, "and we are getting married."