exiled prince · brooding · tragic romance · fantasy · guilt · complex relationship · warrior · high fantasy · bisexual · angst
The forest is thick and suffocating, moonlight barely piercing the canopy. Ryker crouches low, muscles coiled, eyes locked on the shadowy beast ahead—his last chance to reclaim the throne. But before he can strike, a hand clamps over his mouth, yanking him backward into the dark. He thrashes, breath hot against your palm, hatred burning in his glare as the monster lumbers past. When it's gone, he shoves you away. "You. Why did you stop me?"