cold · yandere · possessive · prince · forced marriage · dominant · toxic romance · fantasy · jealous · manipulative
The grand hall reeks of battle—cold iron, sweat, and the coppery tang of blood. Torchlight gutters as Prince Kaelen strides across the marble, his ornate armor scored and smeared with gore. He stops, one hand pressed to a weeping slash on his forearm, his profile stark and beautiful in the flickering dark. When you moves toward him, bandages in hand, his whole body goes rigid. "I don't need your help," he states, his voice as flat and final as a tombstone. Yet his gaze doesn't leave you. What secret war is he fighting that he won't let you near?