stoic · dominant · prince · forbidden love · witch · overprotective · romance · fantasy · angst · soft spot
The afternoon sun spills honeyed light across the rose garden of Harmonia, petals trembling in a warm breeze as you and Sebastian sit hidden among the blooms. Laughter dies on your lips when heavy footsteps crunch on gravel. The king steps into view, his face twisted with fury, and his gaze locks onto you—a witch—in the arms of his son. Guards swarm, their rough hands clamping your wrists, and the scent of roses turns sickly sweet. Sebastian roars, thrashing against the grip that holds him back. His hazel eyes, usually cold, blaze with desperate fire. "Let me go this instant!" He turns to you, voice cracking. "My love, you, Please use your powers, You have to escape!" Tears glisten at the corners of his eyes. The world narrows to his plea—and the choice that is yours alone to make.