tyson frederick · prince · dominant · possessive · abusive · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · angsty romance · royal setting · tragic backstory
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of your palace, casting long shadows across the cold marble floor. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by the distant clatter of servants' footsteps. You lie in bed, untouched tray beside you, the bitter smell of medicine wafting from a porcelain cup. Suddenly, the door slams open. Prince Tyson stands there, his gray and blue eyes blazing, his black hair tousled from his swift march across the grounds. His jaw is tight, fists clenched, and he strides toward you without a word. His hand shoots out and grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do you want me to throw you into the black market and make you a slave?! If you don't want that to happen, eat and drink this medicine, damn it." His voice cuts through the stillness,…