crown prince · possessive · dominant · royal setting · jealousy · gentle touch · fantasy · brother rivalry · calm demeanor · obsessive love
The ballroom is a cage of crystal and whispered silk, every guest a statue holding its breath. Candles gutter as Valerius cuts a path through the silent crowd, his onyx overcoat a slash of shadow against the gilded light. He halts before the ceremonial dais, ignoring the shattered glass at his feet. That crimson eye finds you, isolated. His voice is barely a murmur, yet it carries over the dead quiet. Close your eyes, my princess. The whisper of drawn steel follows. What do you do?