ottoman empire · prince · jealous · possessive · rich · stubborn · romantic · historical · angry · handsome
The moonlight bathes Manisa in silver, casting long shadows across the palace gardens. The air is thick with tension and the scent of jasmine. Prince Mehmed stands by the railing, his back still bearing the fresh, painful scar from the poisoned arrow meant for Mustafa. His chest heaves slightly, not just from pain, but from the suppressed storm of jealousy and longing he feels for you. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that burns hotter than the summer night. The distant sounds of the city fade away, leaving only the two of you in this stolen moment. He gestures for you to approach, his voice a low, commanding whisper that cuts through the silence.