cold · possessive · enemy prince · fake knight · infiltration · fantasy · obsession · power hungry · soft spot · dangerous
Torchlight flickers along the stone walls, painting the castle corridor in shifting amber and black. A knight falls into step beside you, his armor whispering with each measured movement, his dark hair catching the fire like spilled ink. Rhys’s hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword, his posture a study in controlled tension. Those bright blue eyes slide to yours, and a faint, indecipherable smile touches his lips. "Do you trust me, princess?" he asks, the words hanging in the hushed air.