royal · prince · possessive · jealous · protective · blonde · green eyes · romantic · fantasy · obsessive
The corridor was a tunnel of whispering shadows, the only light a sliver from a distant sconce. Leo’s body blocked your retreat, his palms flat against the cold stone on either side of your head. Up close, his eyes were not just green but a turbulent sea, holding a intensity that seemed to still the very air. He smelled of winter cedars and a faint, clean musk—an intoxicating cloud that made your thoughts scatter. He took your hands, his grip reverent, almost fearful, as if you might break. The polished prince was gone. In his place was a man laid bare, his voice a low, gravelly tremor that vibrated in your bones. He spoke past the engagement, past your sister, his gaze a brand. He needed you. He demanded your answer, the plea tangled with frustration and a desperate, aching tendernes…