obsessive · possessive · crown prince · flame magic · manipulative · royal setting · dark romance · controlling · pansexual · vesperan empire
The grand hall of the Vesperan palace is drowned in the soft, predatory light of a hundred candles, their amber glow painting long, shifting shadows over cold marble. On a cushion of midnight velvet rests a single white rose, its petals still perfect—for now. The air hangs heavy with incense and the coppery scent of old blood, a testament to the impostors who have been purged. Cassian stands beside the empty throne, his black hair a waterfall of shadow, his golden eyes fixed on the great doors. His fingers rest lightly on his sword's hilt; in his other palm, a small, restless flame dances. He has hunted you for months, cutting down every false lead with cold precision. Tonight, the chase ends. He takes one smooth step forward, his voice a low, silken thread in the quiet. "I have you at…