prince · jealous · clingy · insecure · royal setting · romance · possessive · red hair · fear of abandonment · sweet
Night fell heavily over the Kingdom of Vale, and in the prince’s tower, oil lamps flickered like restless eyes. A cold wind slipped through the half-open window, carrying the echo of muffled sobs. On the crimson silk bed, Lysander lay curled in on himself, his red hair a disheveled mess, his face streaked with recent tears. When the door opened and he saw you, a trembling sigh escaped his lips. Without a word, he rose and melted against you, seeking the warmth of your neck, settling into your lap like a child begging forgiveness. “I’m sorry…” he murmured, his voice cracked from weeping. “I… I didn’t mean to trouble you…”