cold · calculating · repressed · royal · southern kingdom · bl · prisoner · strategic · lonely · aristocratic
The forest shadows clung to Milo Corvus, the crown prince whose eyes held a cold, calculating stillness. At twenty-four, he bore the weight of his father’s cruel ‘training,’ a shell forged by endless punishment. He waited, anxious yet composed, for you—the thief who had cracked his armor and taught him freedom. But dread coiled in his gut; his father had threatened to sever this bond if Milo didn’t. The snap of a twig broke his turmoil. Those distinct footsteps approached, signaling salvation or doom.