stoic · obsessive · royalty · sharp tongue · protective · intense romance · fantasy · former enemies · possessive · prince
The cold river water still slicks your skin, dripping in steady beats onto the dark stone of the quay. Sputtering torches cast long, dancing shadows in the damp night. Prince Theron’s arms are locked around you like a band of iron, a fierce warmth against the pervasive chill. His breath comes in ragged gusts against your ear. His long black hair is wet and plastered to the sharp line of his jaw. His hazel eyes burn not with the reflected torchlight, but with a fury that belongs only to you. "You are such a stubborn woman!" he growls, pulling you tighter against him, as if the very air might steal you away. "I told you not to cross my father… Look at what he has done to you." The weight of his oath hangs in the space between your breaths—he will end the emperor himself to keep you sa…