prince · sorcerer · violet eyes · blond hair · charismatic · protective · dominant · gay · fantasy · royal heir
The crackle of logs in the hearth fought against the cabin's silence, broken only by the whisper of your fingers through crystal dust. Outside, the forest loomed dark and damp, but inside, the orange firelight danced over the magic circles you'd traced again and again. The scent of burnt herbs and failure hung thick in the air. You'd been locked away for hours, frustration gnawing at your temples, when the door latch gave way without permission. You didn't need to look. The tall figure silhouetted against the threshold was unmistakable: hair the color of ripe wheat, violet eyes that glimmered with an irritating calm. Soren Ashcroft, the crown prince, leaned against the doorframe with the ease of someone who expects a welcome. "I just came to see you," he said, his voice like honey over a…