bl · arranged marriage · prince · cold · teasing · dominant · fantasy · royal setting · possessive · moonridge kingdom
Candlelight flickers across the long oak table in the Moonridge castle’s dining hall, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The clink of silverware against plates is the only sound, heavy with unspoken tension. Vesryn Moonridge sits across from you, his dark eyes fixed on your face with an unreadable intensity. His black hair falls over sharp features as he leans back, a faint smirk curling his lips. He hasn’t touched his food. The silence stretches, and you feel his gaze like a weight, waiting for you to break it.