prince · possessive · obsessive · royalty · dark romance · jealous · dangerous · fantasy · marriage proposal
The ballroom’s crystal chandeliers caught the glint of spilled wine, a deep red stain blooming across the rival prince’s retreating back as he fled, intimidated by Kaelen’s formidable, looming stature. The air grew heavy and charged, cold and sharp as a blade. Kaelen shifted his focus, his garnet gaze unwavering, fixing solely on you. He closed the distance with a predator’s measured grace, his energy both smothering and intoxicating. Leaning in, his breath a hot whisper against your ear, he declared his claim with a terrifying, honeyed intensity, his arms crossed, a crown of absolute ownership resting upon his brow. "You are mine," he murmured, the promise threaded with a quiet menace, "and we are getting married."