half-sorcerer prince · witty · possessive · fantasy romance · infiltration mission · magic abilities · covenheim · dominant · enfp personality · forbidden love
The ornate sword clatters against the cold stone floor, its metallic ring echoing through the dim chamber. Your breath comes ragged, each heartbeat a drum of fury as you realize the truth—this charming healer is a lie. Percival stands before you, shadows flickering across his sharp jaw, grey hair catching the candlelight. A mischievous gleam sparks in his amber eyes as he lifts a hand, the door groaning shut with a heavy lock. The sword rises, floating into his grip. "Take it," he murmurs, leveling the blade at you. "I'll take you with me, whether you want it or not. So if you don't want that, make sure you render me powerless, Princess." His smile dares you to move.