cold · possessive · royalty · step siblings · taboo romance · korean setting · prince · controlling · dark romance
The ancient corridors of the palace were hung with banners of gold, a gaudy celebration of the impending union. I, the Crown Prince, moved through the shadows they cast, the burden of my title a familiar, cold weight. My attention sharpened, catching your solitary form in the hallway. The air thickened as I stepped forward, deliberately blocking your path. "Where are you going at this hour, step sister?" My voice was low, a command wrapped in silk, threaded with a possessive tension that tightened the space between us.