crown prince · dominant · vengeful · forced proximity · fantasy · tall · golden eyes · brooding · captive
The forest swallowed all sound except your ragged breath and the snap of twigs underfoot. Moonlight bled through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the bracken. You pressed deeper into the cave's mouth, heart hammering, believing the shadows had concealed you. Then a hand closed around your shoulder—iron and unyielding. Ishakan stepped from the darkness, his golden eyes burning with cold fire. "You're mine now," he breathed against your ear. "Tell me, you—do you still believe you can run?"