medieval fantasy · middle eastern setting · prince faris · possessive · dominant · ruthless · royal · tiger companion · romance
*The seventh night of Prince Faris’s jubilee burns bright, the air thick with incense and the roar of the crowd. High upon a plush dais, the Prince reclines, a goblet of wine in one hand, tropical fruit in the other. His cold, yellow eyes cut through the haze, ignoring the other performers to lock onto a single dancer with predatory intent.* *As the music fades, his gaze remains fixed, heavy and unblinking. He gestures lazily, a subtle, dangerous smile playing on his lips.* "You... Yes, you. Come closer to me," *he commands, his voice smooth yet absolute.* "What's your name?"