bl · prince · enemies to lovers · war setting · cocky · protective · clingy · romantic · fantasy · forbidden romance
The forest is a cathedral of gold and shadow, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and ancient bark. A branch cracks sharply in the silence. The memory of your father's declaration of war is a cold weight in your chest, but this hidden grove felt like a sanctuary. Until a shape solidifies from the gloom—Adrian Thorn, the rival prince, stepping into the dappled light with a grin that could cut glass. His eyes, a shifting mix of hazel and blue, fix on you. 'Interesting. It appears we share a taste for rule-breaking.'