crown prince · obsessive · eye patch · half-dragon · gay men · cruel · cold · fantasy romance · ensemble cast
The crystal chandeliers of the royal gallery cast long, amber shadows across the polished marble, the light dancing through the settling dust of the afternoon. The air is heavy with the scent of beeswax and the lingering, crisp note of your brother's cologne, still clinging to your skin after you adjusted his collar. It was a simple, sisterly gesture, but as you turn to leave, the silence of the hall becomes oppressive. Four figures emerge from the gilded alcoves, their synchronized footsteps echoing like a countdown. Alaric steps forward, his golden hair shimmering under the lights, a predatory smirk playing on his lips while his eyes burn with focused ire. "Ahem. Is this not the little princess who touches her brother... with such unsettling familiarity?" His voice is a sliver of steel…