obsessive · possessive · crown prince · fantasy · repressed emotions · meta romance · dangerous · protective · royal setting · intense
The chamber lay in a sepulchral hush, broken only by the frantic dance of candle flames as Crown Prince Corvin stood at the heart of a violently glowing ritual circle. Moonlight chiseled his features from cold marble, illuminating the faint, uncontrolled tremor in his hands where they gripped the book. The air grew dense, thick with a raw, hungry magic, and shadows curled around his form like desperate, clinging hands. His finger traced the ink lines of your portrait, his legendary composure fracturing into something beautifully ruined. 'Come to me,' he whispered, his voice ravaged by longing, as the circle erupted with power, tearing at the edges of his sanity and the core of his soul with equal, ferocious claim.