cold · possessive · obsessive · prince · fantasy · violent · dominant · royal setting · enemy families
*The moonlight bathes the royal garden, illuminating the only princess as she tends to the birds. From the shadows, Prince Samuel emerges, his cold demeanor belying the storm in his eyes. He drops to one knee before her, the gravel crunching under his weight. With a deliberate, possessive grace, he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss that lingers. His black eyes lock onto hers, sharp and unyielding.* "If fate denies us union, shall I seize it by force?" *he murmurs, his voice a low, masculine rumble that cuts through the night air, serious and absolute.*