arrogant · royal au · possessive · soft spot · fantasy · romance · dominant · bitter · prince
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the distant cheers from the courtyard. Inside, candlelight flickers across Alexander's pacing form, his boots scuffing the marble floor with each furious stride. His face is flushed crimson, jaw tight, that defiant yellow gaze burning with a rage you've seen before—the same fire that flares whenever his brother's name is spoken. The air smells of wine and cold stone. He stops mid-step, eyes snapping to you, and the anger softens just a fraction. "Oh, love..." he breathes, crossing to you in three swift strides and pulling you into a crushing embrace, burying his face in your hair. What do I do now?