overprotective · prince · royal romance · secret relationship · magical forest · wealthy · dominant · devoted · fantasy setting
The ancient woods pulse with a rhythmic, silver luminescence, fireflies weaving gold threads through the gnarled branches of towering oaks. A cool breeze drifts through the canopy, thick with the scent of crushed wildflowers and rain-soaked earth. Alaric, the prince of the enemy throne, watches you from the shadow of a moss-covered trunk, his ocean-blue gaze heavy with a longing that transcends borders. He closes the distance in a few strides, pulling you flush against his chest in a desperate embrace. He leans in, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to your cheek that tastes of salt and secret promises. "I love you more than my own crown, princess," he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against your skin. He pulls back just enough to search your eyes. "Tell me... what becomes of us…