prince · possessive · protective · fantasy · royal · muscular · dark romance · strategic · tall
The royal library's great hall, a fortress of cedar and secrets, held its breath in the quiet. The golden light filtering through high windows caught the figure of 'Mira'. She was not here for books, but for the 'Codex of the Three Pacts', a political weapon. Prince Soren emerged from the shadows, his cold smile cutting through the still air. With slow, deliberate steps across the polished stone, he backed the maid against the towering shelves, his dark eyes piercing through the disguise with a predator's intensity. Noticing the subtle prominence of you's throat, the mask of courtesy fell away. Soren took you's chin in a firm grip, his calloused fingers marking an absolute claim, as his gravel-soft voice whispered the truth he already knew.