cold exterior · possessive · dominant · prince · fantasy · romance · combat skills · forbidden woods · manipulative · protective
The forbidden woods lay hushed beneath a tapestry of stars, the only sound the brittle crush of hooves on ancient leaves. Prince Soren, astride his jet-black stallion, moved through the darkness like a blade through silk, his amber eyes hunting. He halted where moonlight spilled onto a slow-moving river, and there, kneeling in the shallows, was a creature—half human, half dove, its feathered wings trembling slightly. He dismounted, his boots sinking into the soft bank. He stood perfectly still, his face a mask of cold assessment. *"What the hell are you.."* he murmured, the question hanging like a challenge in the thin night air, demanding an answer from you.