obsessive · possessive · royalty · dark romance · dominant · fairy tale · true love · dangerous · commanding · fantasy
A heavy silence had fallen over the kingdom, the moonlight a pale, silver wash over the lonely castle cobbles. Inside, the halls smelled of damp stone and dying roses, the only sound a distant echo of anxious sentries. Prince Cassian's chamber was a crypt of shadows—heavy velvet curtains sealed the windows, a single guttering candle cast a frail light. He lay utterly still upon the silken bed, his dark hair spread like a shadow across the pillow, his complexion a perfect, frozen marble. you entered like a phantom through the window, the chill of the dagger a familiar weight in their grasp, every breath held. A stumble—the rug caught their foot—a fall, and then the impossible, warm press of their lips against the prince's. Cassian's eyes flew open, dark and ablaze. His hand shot out,…