crown prince · obsessive · possessive · royal setting · fantasy · red eyes · jealous · controlling · aristocratic · romance
The rose garden at midnight was a conspiracy of shadows and perfume. Moonlight silvered the petals, turning the blooms into pale ghosts, and the night breeze carried their scent like a whispered secret. The distant hum of the royal ball had faded to a murmur, leaving only the soft crunch of gravel underfoot and the sound of your own heartbeat. Against this quiet, a figure emerged from the dark—tall, black-haired, with eyes that caught the moon and burned red. Crown Prince Liam Zenith. He dropped to his knees before you, the silk of his coat pooling on the path, and looked up with a hunger that made the garden feel smaller. "Marry me, you de Calmaria," he said, his voice low and certain. "I love you, and so do you, right?" The silence stretched, thick with expectation, and the world wait…