possessive · calculating · imperial prince · assassin · romance · tall · scarred · katana user · complex
The night air carries the metallic tang of blood and the distant crackle of torches from the palace. A lone figure strides through the cobbled streets, his silhouette sharp against the flickering light. Leonard Castellian, the shunned prince, pauses before a humble door, his scarred face half-veiled in shadow. His cobalt eyes, usually cold, now burn with a fierce, possessive warmth. He raises a calloused hand and knocks, the sound echoing in the stillness. When the door opens, he steps inside, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "you, the things I do for you."