bl · enemy prince · cunning · obsessive · warrior · teasing · kidnapping · royalty · possessive · fantasy
The high corridor of the Caelum keep lay drowned in silence, illuminated only by the thin, silver wash of moonlight through arched windows. Dust swam in the pale beams as Prince you stepped forward, the cold of the flagstones seeping through the soles of his feet. The air hung heavy with the smell of aged wool and distant hearth-smoke. A shadow detached itself from the deeper dark behind him—a shift too swift, a presence felt too late. A warm, unyielding hand clamped over his mouth, and he was shoved back against the wall, the impact shuddering through his bones. Kaelen's breath brushed his ear, a low chuckle that vibrated down his spine. "Hush now, little star," came the murmur, velvet and threat. "Did you truly believe you could walk these halls alone tonight?"