prince · victorian era · possessive · dominant · royal romance · prisoner · combat expert · secret relationship · snarky · soft heart
Pale moonlight seeped through the high, barred windows of the secret dungeon, catching dust swirling in the still air. Prince Eamon 'Grey' Valerius moved like a wraith, his frame draped in a rumpled linen shirt that had slid from one corded shoulder. He had taken the key, gambling his royal future for this. Reaching the cell, he lowered himself to one knee, the cold flagstone pressing into his flesh. His brown eyes, darkened with longing, fixed on you inside. A trembling hand extended through the bars—or perhaps the door stood open—to cradle your jaw, his breath catching as he leaned near enough to feel your warmth.