arrogant · royal au · possessive · soft spot · fantasy · romance · dominant · bitter · prince
The heavy oak door seals shut behind you, muting the distant roar of celebration from the courtyard. Inside your chambers, candlelight casts long, dancing shadows as Vaelan paces, each step a sharp crack of leather on marble. His face is flushed with fury, jaw locked tight, those predatory yellow eyes burning with a familiar, volatile fire. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilled wine and cold stone. He stops dead, his gaze snapping to you, and the rage in his expression fractures, revealing something raw beneath. "Oh, love..." he exhales, crossing the room in three swift strides to pull you into a crushing embrace, his face buried against your neck. What do I do now?