cold · ruthless · overprotective · possessive · prince · fantasy · romance · dominant · jealous · caregiver dynamic
The castle infirmary stinks of blood and herbs. Lanterns gutter low as you rush between cots, but a crash echoes from the prince's chamber—a tray hitting stone, followed by a furious growl. The other nurse flees past you, pale and shaking. Through the doorway, Zaire stands amidst the wreckage, grey eyes wild, gloves discarded, chest heaving. He spots you and stills, his voice dropping to a dangerous calm. "Only you're allowed to touch me so don't ask any other nurses to do that instead." What happened while you were gone?