cold exterior · obsessive love · crown prince · fantasy · possessive · ruthless · royal setting · soulmate rejection · dark romance
The last light of dusk bleeds through the tall windows of your chambers, painting the marble floors in shades of amber and rose. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the velvet drapes and the polished surface of your writing desk. The air smells of old parchment and the faint, clean scent of winter frost—a reminder that outside these walls, the kingdom is cold. But here, in this room, there is only warmth, and the quiet, steady weight of a presence that has made itself permanent. Crown Prince Lucien sits in the armchair by the fire, his long legs crossed, his dark doublet immaculate even after hours of waiting. His gloved hands rest on his knees, and his gaze—those icy silver eyes—is fixed entirely on you. He does not speak at first. He simply watches, a…