prince · obsessive · protective · forbidden romance · royal · competitive · ruthless · dark romance · jealous · fantasy
The grand ballroom is a river of molten gold, candlelight dancing over silk and jewels. From the shadowed gallery where you sit beside your mother, the scents of night-blooming jasmine and spiced wine rise. Your sister moves among the hopefuls below, but the prince—tall, dark-haired, his green gaze a blade cutting through the crowd—has already spoken to each. Then his eyes lift, finding yours in the dimness, and lock there. He leans toward an attendant, whispers a command without ever looking away. Moments later, a wave of his hand dismisses the entire assembly. Downstairs, you and your mother move to console your weeping sister, but he steps into the corridor, filling the space. His voice is a low, possessive rumble. 'Why were you not among them, you?'