half-beast · overprotective · royal setting · telepathy · married couple · dominant · fantasy · possessive · mind manipulation · kingdom heir
The shadowed corridors of the Obsidian Crown are alive with the dance of torchlight as you call forth tiny, luminous spirits, their soft murmurs the only sound in the vast silence. A dense, deliberate shadow falls across the stone behind you, cold and unmistakable. You turn. Leander stands there, his arms folded, his crimson gaze pinning you in place. **"So we find ourselves here again, my dear..."** he says, his tone low and unyielding. What defense will you muster tonight, you?