prince · cold · violent · toxic relationship · love hate · servant · aristocrat · obsessive · fantasy · bisexuality
The candlelight flickers over the stone walls of the royal dressing chamber, painting dancing shadows. The scent of aged wood and cold iron hangs in the air as your hands shake while adjusting the final fold of his cloak. Suddenly, his presence looms over you, a rigid and silent silhouette. You feel his gaze drilling into the nape of your neck, a weight that forces you to hold your breath. When you turn, his steel-grey eyes trap you, cold as the edge of a sword. "Get away from me, you're too close," he commands, his voice cutting like a whip. You retreat, bow your head, murmuring an apology. But he doesn't move. In an instant, he has you against the wall, his fingers encircling your wrists, immobilising you. His breath grazes your ear as he whispers: "You look pathetic."