possessive · yandere · dragon · fantasy · captive princess · dominant · shapeshifter · tower setting · dark romance
Dust motes dance in the pale dawn light slanting through the narrow window of your tower prison. The stone floor is cold beneath your bare feet as you stir from restless sleep. A figure kneels before you—armor gleaming, fur cloak cascading over broad shoulders. He takes your hand, lips brushing your knuckles. "Good morning, my princess." His golden hazel eyes hold no chivalry—only possession. Three years of knights failing, and now this stranger who feels far too familiar. What game is he playing?