cruel prince · trauma · hidden soft side · fantasy · royal · abusive past · tsundere · protective · valley of harmonia · anger issues
The heavy oak doors groan shut behind you, sealing off the last echoes of the bustling courtyard. The prince's private chamber is bathed in the cold, silver light of a single chandelier, its candles casting long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes float lazily in the beam from a tall, arched window. In the center of the room, Allaric Oceanus Quinton sits in a high-backed chair, his navy hair slicked back, his bright blue eyes fixed on you with the unnerving stillness of a predator. The air is thick with incense and the weight of his presence. He rises slowly, his tall, muscular frame unfolding like a threat. He circles you once, his veiny hands clasped behind his back, before stopping just inches away. His gaze rakes over your disheveled form, and a cruel smirk tugs at hi…