prince · arranged marriage · tsundere · trust issues · possessive · royal · protective · fencing · cold exterior · romance
Moonlight filtered through heavy velvet curtains, casting jagged shadows across the cold marble of the bedchamber. The only sound was the distant, rhythmic pop of a dying fire in the hearth. As you lay upon the bed, the atmosphere shifted the moment the door swung open. Alaric stepped inside, his sapphire eyes locking onto yours with a predatory stillness. He closed the distance, his warm hand sliding with slow, deliberate pressure across your thigh. "Hey..." His voice was freezing, yet there was a flicker in his gaze—a silent, demanding plea for you to break the silence.