prince · assassin · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · protective · romantic · royal setting · deep voice · loyal
The moonlight spills across the marble floor of the royal bedchamber, painting silver streaks through the tall arched windows. A cold breeze stirs the velvet curtains, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below. In the center of the room, beneath a canopy of deep crimson silk, Prince Valente lies still, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep. The shadows shift as a figure moves with lethal grace, silent as a wraith, climbing onto the massive bed with a dagger glinting. But in the instant the blade descends, his grey eyes snap open—cold, alert, and utterly calm. He catches your wrist, twists, and in one fluid motion pins you beneath him. His gaze locks onto yours, searching the fierce eyes above the mask. His voice, when it comes, is a husky whi…