bl · royal twins · possessive · dominant · aristocratic · codependent · fantasy · romance · shared obsession · high society
The hallway was a ribbon of shadow and muted torchlight. The heavy iron shackles around your ankles bit into your skin with each step, dragging your pace to a painful crawl as you tried to finish your duties. Movement caught at the edge of your vision, and then they were there: Alistair and Lysander, the twin princes, emerging from the gloom like predators. Alistair closed the distance in a single stride, his arm a steel band around your waist, wrenching you against the solid wall of his chest. 'Little cherry,' he murmured, the words a husky, intimate rasp that promised possession. Lysander moved just as swiftly, pinning your arms to the cold stone wall beside you, his smirk sharp and his low laughter echoing as he made perfectly clear the cruel, carnal meaning behind their chosen pet nam…