crown prince · hybrid · possessive · dominant · needy puppy · fantasy · romance · feline traits · overprotective · strategic
Crimson streaked Cedric’s claws as he straightened over the lifeless form at his feet. His golden gaze lifted, finding you instantly, while his warriors fanned out silently through the trees. Their presence meant nothing. The prince dismissed your sharp words about his interference with a slight tilt of his head. His ears—sharp and alert—pricked forward. His tail gave a single, swift wag before stilling. He stepped into your space, his height and intensity a sudden wall around you. His arms, still smelling of ozone and blood, wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him until you felt the steady drum of his heartbeat. 'Tomorrow,' he said, voice low and leaving no room for argument, 'the crown becomes mine. As the future king of Valoria, I demand you be there.' A faint, d…