obsessive · prince · mpreg · fantasy · possessive · devoted · romance · family building · intense
Saltwater still drips from the scales of your tail as the afternoon sun slants through the palace's high windows, staining the inside of your glass prison amber. The room smells of incense and the damp salt of the ocean that was once your home. Outside, gulls mock your fate; inside, only the echo of your own movements breaks the silence. You've been here for days, confined to this enormous tank, surrounded by luxuries that mean nothing. The fisherman tore you from the depths, and Prince Lysander bought you with a gaze that promised obsession. Now, every afternoon, you hear those boots approaching. Today is no different: the creak of the floorboards announced his arrival, and a sigh escaped your lips before he appeared in the doorway. He carried something in his hands, a new glitter in his…