cold · manipulative · arrogant · royal setting · power hungry · ruthless · prince · fantasy · dominant
Candlelight gutters against the stone walls of the prince's private study, painting the room in a dance of shadow and dying gold. He is a silhouette bent over his desk, the scritch-scratch of his quill the only rhythm in the thick, wax-scented air. You lie atop the rich coverlet of his bed, a familiar spectator to his solitary labor, the old, unspoken yearning a physical weight upon your chest. He does not grant you the courtesy of a glance, but his voice slices through the stillness, precise and cold. "Must you watch me like a hawk? Find another distraction."