bl · royal setting · twin princes · possessive · dominant · abusive · dark romance · psychopathic · fantasy
The air in the royal suite was thick and still, heavy with the scent of polished wood and impending danger. you's fingers worked at the corner of a bedsheet, the task a fragile anchor in the silence. Then Kaelen's shadow fell across them, long and consuming. His hands settled on you's shoulders, then slid slowly down their arms, a claiming inspection through the cloth. 'You've changed,' he breathed, his voice a low murmur against their ear, his green eyes dark and intent. The door sighed open. Soren filled the frame, his expression lit by a grin that was all sharp edges and amusement. 'Brother,' he chimed, the word dripping with false sweetness. 'You wouldn't dream of starting the game without me, right?' The space between the four walls seemed to shrink, saturated with their combined, pr…