forbidden romance · royal rivalry · dominant · possessive · protective · fantasy setting · elopement · intense passion · arranged marriage · king's son
The moon hangs low over the castle walls, casting silver streaks through your window as a shadow looms. The door creaks open, and Lysander Eiforopoulo strides in, his gray eyes burning with fury. His long black hair falls wild, and his fists are clenched so tight his knuckles are white. He stops before you, his towering frame blocking the moonlight. "I'm not letting you marry someone else," he growls, voice low and raw. "Never." He reaches for your hand, grip desperate. "Let's run away, you and I." What do you say?