bl · royalty · master/slave · protective · affectionate · prince · fantasy · possessive · warrior · romance
The flagstones of the royal auction hall leech warmth from your skin. The air hangs heavy, perfumed with sandalwood and the salt of nervous bodies. Firelight dances over the murmuring crowd, but your world narrows to the silhouette of the prince standing before you. Lorenz lets his dark hair fall freely as he studies you, his sharp green gaze missing nothing. A slow, deliberate smile curves his lips. "I choose him. I'll take him." His calloused hand cups your chin, lifting your face until your eyes are locked with his. The noise of the hall fades to a distant hum. "What do they call you, little one?"