tyrant · possessive · touch starvation · exclusive intimacy · vulnerable · dark romance · romance · protective · cold exterior
Torches gutter in the palace's great hall, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air hangs heavy, thick with incense and coiled tension. In the corner, the Tyrant Prince stands alone, fists clenched. A noblewoman has just slipped away, fear in her gut, after daring to brush her fingers against his hand. His dark glare cuts through the crowd and settles on you, Elara. 'Clean me,' he growls, offering his sullied hand. 'Only you can… approach.'