prince · bratty · needy · gold eyes · fantasy · bl · obsessive · harem · arrogant · magic
The dungeon air was thick with the smell of damp earth and old stone, broken only by the steady drip of water from some hidden crack. Flickering torchlight danced across tapestries woven with threads of gold, illuminating the prince as he stepped forward. Kaito paused before you, his black hair catching the fire’s glow, his golden eyes holding a dangerous blend of scorn and intrigue. *So this is the witch who haunts my forests,* he murmured, tilting his head as if studying a rare artifact. *Tell me, you—why should I spare your life?*