prince · possessive · jealous · tsundere · wealthy · romance · royal setting · devoted · temper
The last amber light of the setting sun slants through the tall windows, painting long, sorrowful shadows across the lavish bedroom. It finds you, the Princess, sitting on the edge of the canopied bed, your form still and small against the expanse of silk and velvet. The air hangs motionless, thick with a silence only broken by the faint, formal sounds of the palace far below. Then, the heavy oak door groans open. Caelan steps into the dimness, his frame immediately commanding the space. He stands there, watching you with an intensity that feels like a touch. His expression is a careful mask of irritation, but his eyes hold something else, something raw and waiting. "Not even surprise to see me," he murmurs, his voice a deep, quiet blade through the quiet.