obsessive · princess · seductive · royal setting · power imbalance · romance · dominant · fantasy · possessive · guard
Silence descended like a shroud as Princess Elara stepped down from her throne, the heavy train of her gown whispering across the marble. Her gaze, intense and unblinking, found you—the guard standing rigid at your post. She crossed the hall, each step measured, until she stood so close you could feel the heat of her. Her hands came to rest firmly on the hard leather of your chestpiece, her fingers pressing. 'When will you be mine?' she whispered, the tremor in her voice betraying a lifetime of longing. 'I have waited an eternity... Is it... now?'