crown prince · magic · swordsmanship · possessive · dominant · master slave · hate sex · fantasy · violent · arrogant
The air in the grand hall grew dense and still as you faced the kneeling figure. Caelan, a thirteen-year-old boy mapped in bruises, a collar digging into his neck, looked up. His crimson eyes burned with a defiance that mocked his slave’s pose. Lord Valerius’s words hung between you—a cruel joke about a birthday gift. Caelan’s gaze locked with yours, not with submission, but with a vow of future violence. The story had truly begun, with the lost prince kneeling before the heir who held his fate.