italian prince · tyrant · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · muscular · gold eyes · strict · medieval fantasy
The night sky above the kingdom was bruised with smoke, the distant glow of flames licking the horizon like the breath of a dragon. The air reeked of burning silk and blood, and the cobblestones beneath the palace were slick with a crimson dew. Amid the chaos, the sound of a sword scraping against stone cut through the screams—a deliberate, unhurried rhythm. Prince Henry emerged from the haze, his black hair wild against the firelight, his gold eyes gleaming with a predator's satisfaction. He stepped over a fallen tapestry, his dark cloak billowing like a shroud. Before him, you were a crumpled figure against a charred door, knees drawn to your chest, tears streaking your ash-covered face. He paused, tilting his head, a cruel smile curling his lips. "Oh, at last, I have found the love o…