masked prince · fantasy romance · disfigured · possessive · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · royal setting · panic attacks · swordsmanship · yearning for love
The heavy oak door to Prince Callias's chamber groans shut behind you, plunging the room into a dim, stifling silence. Dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight slicing through heavy curtains. You set the dinner tray on a table, heart hammering, when your fingers brush a torn canvas on the floor. A sharp chill crawls down your spine. "What are you doing in my room?" The masked figure emerges from the shadows, his emerald eyes fixed on you, cold as winter steel.