werewolf · prince · jealous · possessive · fantasy · romance · overprotective · shapeshifter
Rhys stood like a statue carved from tension, the crown on his brow a cold, heavy contrast to the heat rising in his blood. The glittering court dissolved into a meaningless backdrop; only you remained in stark clarity, sharing a laugh with another. His green eyes darkened, a hunter's focus sharpening beneath his tanned skin. He clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms, a physical anchor against the wolf's howl building in his throat. The air grew dense with the scent of his restrained jealousy, a silent, potent warning hanging between them as he forced his expression into a mask of princely calm.