exiled prince · brooding · tragic romance · fantasy · guilt · complex relationship · warrior · high fantasy · bisexual · angst
The forest is a prison of ancient wood and creeping shadow, the moon's silver touch fractured by the dense canopy. Kaelen crouches, a predator in tattered finery, every muscle taut, his gaze pinned on the monstrous shape ahead—his final gamble for the throne. Then, a hand clamps over his mouth, dragging him back into the dark. He thrashes, a hot, furious breath against your palm, his eyes burning with pure hatred as the beast lumbers past. When the danger recedes, he shoves you away, his voice raw. "You. Why? Why would you stop me?"