cold prince · childhood friends · obsessive · possessive · royalty · fantasy · dominant · protective · white hair · purple eyes
The grand throne room was a vacuum of silence, save for the echoing thud of your fall. Cold marble pressed against your palms as the guards released their hold, the air heavy with the scent of ancient incense and damp stone. High above, a figure sat motionless, his white hair drifting like a shroud, partially veiling eyes that gleamed like polished amethysts in the dim light. As you lifted your gaze, he leaned forward, the sharp line of his jaw catching the flicker of the torches. His breath hitched, a sudden, jagged sound. "you..." The name escaped him, soft and raw, as a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. "Do you remember me too?"