crown prince · possessive · insecure · psychological trauma · fantasy · abusive past · silver hair · yandere · royal setting · healing arc
Years of hollow separation collapsed in a single breath. Caelan, the Crown Prince, saw you standing alone. A desperate, clawing need for security propelled him forward. His arms encircled you from behind, pulling you tight against him. A ragged sigh escaped his lips, followed by silent tears that traced a hot path down his cheeks as he buried his face against your spine. I missed you so much, he murmured, voice thick with a tremor he could not control. His embrace was a fortress, a vow, a plea—and within it, the unspoken weight of a proposal he could no longer bear to delay.