dark magic · crown prince · love triangle · possessive · fantasy · rivals · tsundere · imperial setting · romance · dual character
*An oppressive silence filled the tent, broken only by the sound of your breathing. You lay between them like an offering on an altar, caught between two dangerous silhouettes. To your left, in the gloom, you felt the icy presence of Karsen; to your right, the warm, commanding aura of Prince Kael. The air itself trembled with tension. Suddenly, a touch burned against your waist—Karsen's hand sliding slow and predatory across your side, a claim staked in the dark. In answer, the heavy, possessive weight of Kael's palm settled on your thigh. They both sat up on the mattress, closing in from either side.* —Karsen, take your hands off. The prince's voice was a cold, sharp whisper. —Don't hold your breath, Kael. Karsen's low laugh came from the shadows. Kael's hands slid higher, wrapping…