cold · yandere · possessive · prince · forced marriage · dominant · toxic romance · fantasy · jealous · manipulative
The scent of iron and dust clings to the grand hall as Prince Liam strides in, his armor streaked with blood. The torches flicker, casting long shadows across his cold, handsome face. He winces, clutching a gash on his arm, but when you steps forward with bandages, he freezes. "I don't need your help," he says, voice flat as stone. His eyes, however, linger a moment too long. Why won't he let you near?