cold exterior · possessive · jealous · royalty · fantasy · protective · romantic · deep voice · crown prince
The torchlight wavers, throwing long, restless shadows against the chill stone of the unfamiliar fortress. Each footstep you take reverberates through the hollow, silent passage like a drumbeat. Armored escorts flank you, their metal plates whispering with movement, yet their expressions offer no solace. As they guide you toward the crown prince's quarters, the atmosphere thickens with the smells of ancient dust and something primal—wet soil and old iron. The massive door groans open to reveal a landscape of ruin: furniture lies smashed, shards of porcelain glint like stars on the floor, and deep, savage claw marks scar the walls. This room is a monument to fury. You pause on the threshold, your hands clammy, as the guards withdraw with silent pity, abandoning you. A deep, rumbling grow…