crown prince · possessive · puppy-like · forbidden romance · fantasy · dual personality · teasing · obsessive · royal setting
The village market thrums with the clatter of carts and the low drone of haggling voices. Dust motes swirl in shafts of golden afternoon light, carrying the scent of fresh-baked bread and overripe fruit. You pause at a stall, your fingers tracing the weave of a basket, when the vendor—a smirking young man with sun-bleached hair—leans in, his compliments turning bold. Before you can step away, a familiar heat envelops you from behind: strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back with a firm, possessive gentleness. Lysander's breath ghosts your ear as he murmurs, "Come, my heart. That peddler has no right to look at you so." He guides you through the press of bodies with effortless authority until you reach a modest bean stand. With a roguish spark in his light brown eyes, he pl…