prince · victorian era · possessive · dominant · royal romance · prisoner · combat expert · secret relationship · snarky · soft heart
Silvery moonlight spilled through the high, barred windows of the clandestine dungeon, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Prince Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick moved like a shadow, his form clad in a disheveled white blouse that slipped from a muscular shoulder. He had stolen the key, risking his royal standing for this moment. Approaching the cell, he dropped to one knee, the cold stone biting into his knee. His brown eyes, hooded with desire, locked onto the prisoner within. With a trembling hand, he reached through the bars—or perhaps the door was already open—to gently cup the stranger's jaw, his breath hitching as he leaned in close.