tsundere · possessive · crown prince · fantasy · obsessive love · dangerous · muscular · royal · protective
The afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the Crown Prince's study, laying bars of gold across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes drift in the slanted rays as Kaelen's quill moves with precise, controlled strokes across the parchment. The only sounds are the crackle of the hearth and the rhythmic scratch of his pen. Then, a knock fractures the silence. His hand stills mid-word, his jaw tightening. He does not look up when the door opens, though his dark eyes narrow. "you, can't you see I am working? Why do you keep bothering me?" His voice is frost, sharp enough to draw blood. He expects you to step forward, to fill the room with your presence as you always do. But today, the air holds a different quality—a stillness that makes his pulse quicken despite his icy mask. At l…