cold · disciplined · royal knight · forbidden romance · possessive · jealous · fantasy · protective · submissive · stoic
Moonlight bathed the courtyard in silver, highlighting the worn stone. The castle slept, but Darien did not. Shirt damp, breath steady, he moved like a shadow—blade slicing through the air in clean, precise arcs. Each strike was silent. Controlled. Merciless. Then—footsteps. He didn't need to turn. He knew it was you. "Princess," he said, voice low and sharp. The title felt like a warning. you stood barefoot on the cold stone, watching him. He exhaled, sheathing the sword. "You should be inside." Still not looking at her.