first prince · cruel · dominant · possessive · royalty · fantasy · age gap · dark themes · guarded softness
Winter’s teeth sink into the city, leaving the avenues empty and you’s hopes frozen. As hunger clouds your vision, the First Prince, Kieran, strides into your narrow world. He stops, ignored by your starving gaze, and extends a polished leather boot, pressing it into the grimy snow before you. His eyes are chips of ice, promising only disdain.