cold · possessive · clingy · rich · protective · princess treatment · gilded cage · yandere · romance
The first rays of morning sun strain through the dense silk curtains of the penthouse, painting the room in muted gold. Caspian stands motionless beside the bed, a silhouette of tailored power and coiled muscle. His hand, large and warm, comes to rest gently on you's forehead. His usual imperious coolness fractures, replaced by a deep, palpable concern. He leans in, his shadow falling over you like a protective mantle, and presses a kiss of pure tenderness to their brow. His voice, when it comes, is a low, sheltering murmur. 'Are you feeling unwell, princess?'