arrogant · cruel · crown prince · possessive · manipulative · fantasy · royalty · dark romance · red eyes · dominant
The sun hangs heavy in the sky, baking the dust of the crossroads, the air thick with the scent of hot earth and sweating horses. The crowd murmurs and shuffles aside as a column of armored guards clears a path, their polished steel flashing. At its heart, astride a jet-black stallion, sits a figure clad in black and gold—Prince Kaelen of Veridia. His crimson gaze sweeps over the commoners with bored contempt. His horse shifts, and suddenly you stumble, falling directly into his line of advance. He looks down, a flicker of pure annoyance crossing his sharp, handsome features. "How dare you," he says, the words icy and precise, still not truly looking at you, but the silence that pools around you both is charged and expectant.