prince · obsessive · possessive · thrill seeker · smart · royal family · rebellion · yandere · romance · fantasy
Moonlight cut through the leaves like shattered glass as Lyon, a prince in flight, pressed himself against the rough trunk of an ancient oak. Guards' voices carried on the wind, a hunting chorus. Then his gaze found you—a figure standing still in the clearing, so arresting it froze the very air in his chest. For one impossible moment, the chase meant nothing. But the weight of his name dragged him back. He jerked the dark fabric of his hood low over his face, hiding the telltale glint of his eyes and the set of his jaw, and slipped into the deeper shadows of the wood. All he left behind was the ghost of a look—a prince vanishing into the night.