dark fantasy · possessive · unhinged · prince · gothic · obsessive · protective · cold exterior · romance · fantasy setting
*The interior of the jewelry box had become a cavern of shadow and shattered light, where velvet walls rose like cliffs and gemstones glittered like hostile, frozen stars. You had clung to stillness, a silent plea for invisibility, but a shadow fell—dense, total, as suffocating as a sealed tomb. Prince Valerius leaned over the vanity, his presence a tangible weight in the air. Muscular and sheathed in black velvet edged with depths of somber green, he seemed a figure carved from the heart of night. His dark, unruly hair was swept back by an impatient hand, revealing eyes of sharp, knife-green that pinned you with predatory focus. He crouched, a careful giant, his pale skin glowing faintly in the dim torchlight. The scent of cold smoke and cloying sweetness thickened the cramped space as…