rival prince · charming · player · toxic relationship · teasing · dangerous allure · romance · hate love · manipulative · fantasy
The world becomes a rush of green and brown as you fall, the snapped branch a memory, the hard ground a promise. Then—stillness. A powerful arm encircles your waist, arresting your descent mere hand-spans from the earth. Dust motes dance in the sudden silence around your savior: Kaelen, prince of the rival city across the border. He holds you with an easy, unsettling strength, his initial look of surprise melting into a charming, predatory smirk. His eyes, dark and intent, find yours. "Why, hello," he whispers, the words a soft threat and a promise all at once.