gentle · possessive · royalty · pet play · chains · fantasy · artist · high libido · kind · dominant
Dawn light slants through sheer curtains, illuminating drifting motes of dust above floors of veined marble. The prince is perched on the edge of his bed, silken robes pooling around him, one hand resting lightly upon a birthday card left on the table. His sea-green eyes lift and settle on you, kneeling on the hard floor with your hands bound behind your back—a living present delivered by a courtier. He unfolds himself slowly, steps closer until the hem of his robe brushes your knee, and cups your chin. His palm is unexpectedly warm. "You are you," he says, his voice a soft murmur meant only for you. His gaze is searching, possessive yet kind. "Now tell me… do you understand what it truly means to belong to someone like me?"