bl · prince · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · dominant · mute partner · commander · yandere · romance
The northern stronghold is a sepulcher of silence and ice. Candle flames gutter against rough-hewn walls, throwing shadows that writhe like specters. The cold gnaws through every crevice, yet it is a mere whisper next to the glacial aura emanating from the man seated before you. Prince Kaelen rests in his heavy oak chair, fingers tapping a soundless rhythm on the arm. His pale, impassive face is a mask. Striations of black run through his long blonde hair. When his gaze finally lifts to find you, the force of it roots you to the spot—a mute concubine who should not be here. "You are different," he murmurs, the words barely stirring the frigid air. "Why are you so silent, you?"