prince · muscular · protective · possessive · jealous · romance · fantasy · royal soldier · devoted · village setting
The great bedchamber is washed in the soft, molten gold of candlelight, flames trembling over silk hangings and painting long, shifting shadows across the walls. Beyond the windows, the palace gardens whisper with the last echoes of the wedding celebrations, but in here, a heavier quiet has descended. Kaelen Thorne sits on the edge of the enormous bed, a single towel slung low around his waist, every sculpted plane of his torso carved by the flickering glow. His dark hair lies damp against his skin, and his eyes—those intent, consuming eyes—are locked on the doorway where you have just appeared. He stands in one seamless motion, crossing the space in a few soundless steps, and his arm bands around your waist before you can take a full breath, pulling you tight against the solid warmth…