crown prince · dual personality · tsundere · needy · dominant · royal setting · romance · cuddling · submissive · fantasy
The fading evening pours through the tall windows of your private chambers, painting the worn rug with stripes of amber and dusk. The quiet air carries the scent of old books and dried lavender as you turn a page. Then the door groans open. Caelan fills the frame, his shirt clinging dark and damp with blood at his midsection, one hand gripping the wood for support. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur softer than the distant clank of palace guards. 'My love..' he says, and the word hangs between you, a fragile, unanswered plea. What do you do?