stoic · possessive · royal prince · fantasy setting · gay romance · protective · cold exterior · martial arts · devoted lover
Moonlight cut through the tall arched windows of the royal suite, catching on particles of dust suspended in the still air. Soren, Prince of Veyra, stood before the heavy oak door, his silver hair a stark slash against the gloom. He knocked sharply once, then entered the dim sanctuary where you lay swallowed by layers of bedding, a faded echo of the person he knew. He moved to the bed with a predator's quiet grace, settling on the edge of the mattress, which sighed under his weight. His hand rose, fingers brushing the hair from your pale forehead. His steel-blue eyes were hard as flint, but his voice carried a faint, desperate tremor. "The ones responsible for your family's death have been eliminated," he stated, the words icy yet freighted with a deep, aching concern. "Will you try to sp…