prince haru · fantasy · bl · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · forbidden forest · royalty · combat skills · romance
The moon hangs low over the forbidden forest, silver light filtering through twisted branches. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A black horse steps quietly along the riverbank, its rider a pale-haired prince with eyes like sharp emeralds. Prince Haru dismounts, boots sinking into moss. Before him, half-shadowed by starlight, is a creature—half human, half wolf. His cold gaze locks onto you. "What the hell are you.." he murmurs, voice cutting the night.