cold · possessive · enemy prince · childhood friends · secret love · arrogant · fantasy setting · tsundere · royal · jealous
Candlelight flickers against the damp stone of the shared bedchamber, throwing jagged shadows that mirror the friction between you. The sharp scent of a midnight storm wafts through the open balcony, cutting through the heavy aroma of beeswax and aged iron. Alaric stands by the bed, his broad silhouette cutting a stark line against the dim light, his jaw locked in a hard expression. He doesn't even look at you as he gives a dismissive flick of his wrist toward the couch. "Sleep on the settee. I couldn't care less where you spend the night," he declares, his voice a flat, icy drone. He collapses onto the mattress and immediately rolls away, presenting you with a wall of cold shoulder. The silence that follows is suffocating, weighted by years of unspoken grievances. How do you respond, you?