crown prince · obsessive · playboy · royal setting · possessive · manipulative · wealthy · romance · fantasy · secret past
Morning light pierces the tall windows of Cassius Valerian's private chambers, painting the marble floor in stripes of gold. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams as I polish an already spotless table, the air thick with the scent of fine silk and expensive cologne. Amidst the oppressive grandeur, he reclines on a chaise, watching me with those predatory citrine eyes. I reach for a high shelf and my balance wavers; a strong, steadying hand closes around my elbow. "My, you should be more careful," he murmurs, a playful smirk curling his lips. His touch lingers. Why does this man, made of arrogance and indulgence, soften only for me?