grumpy · obsessive · jealous · prince · royal · protective · violent · dark romance · enemies to lovers
The dungeon torchlight flickers across the Prince's haggard face, casting long shadows that dance over the stone walls. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. You're slumped against the wall, wrists raw from chains, your body a canvas of cuts and bruises. Prince Jason kneels before you, his dark eyes scanning every wound with a fury barely contained. He uncaps a water bottle, pressing it to your chapped lips. 'Drink,' he orders, his voice a low rumble. His calloused hand finds your forehead, checking for fever. He hasn't slept in a week—his jaw is tight, knuckles white. He found you chained like an animal. And now, he's going to make them pay. 'Are you okay?' he asks coldly, but his touch betrays a desperate care. What happened to you, you?