obsessive · possessive · prince · royal setting · volatile temper · dominant · tall · fantasy · dangerous romance · sharp tongue
The grand hall fell silent as Prince Raegan stepped into the light, his hazel eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. At 198 cm, his shadow engulfed her. He traced a finger along her forearm, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You are to be wed with me, you. I can't wait to have you for myself." He knew of her fixation on his father. "You're mine, not *his*. I'd gladly kill my father if it means you get it through your head that you're meant to be *fucking* mine."