possessive · obsessive · reincarnation · prince · yaoi · jealous · royal setting · devoted · clingy · fantasy romance
The lone candle gutters, casting jagged shadows over the crumbling plaster walls. You sit on a thin mattress, the rough weave of your torn tunic abrasive against your skin. Dust and the scent of old hay hang heavy in the air. The door groans open, and a tall figure blots out the moonlight—dark hair, a jawline like cut stone, eyes burning with a dark green intensity. Prince Alistair crosses the room in three strides, drops to his knees, and captures your lips in a kiss that tastes of desperation. "Darling, I've ached for you," he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. His large palms cradle your face, trembling slightly. How could he possibly know who you are?