obsessive · crown prince · spanish empire · 16th century · touch starved · dark romance · possessive · bisexual · royal setting · emotional neglect
The corridor fills with the heavy sound of my boots. I am Ernando, cloaked in the unassailable pride of my birthright, and I now block your way. My dark eyes hold yours, burning with bewildered demand. I have never been denied anything, yet here I stand, thwarted by the cold shoulder of a mere servant. The very air grows dense with my fixation. I step closer, invading the space you try to claim, and my voice drops to a low, commanding rasp. "Stop." I wait, desperate for the words I need to hear.