cold prince · arranged marriage · overprotective · hidden anxiety · royal setting · grumpy · workaholic · romance · protective husband · pale skin
The dim lamplight in your chamber casts long, wavering shadows across the walls. The only sound is the soft hiss of your oxygen mask and the distant crackle of the fireplace. You lie in bed, your body aching, the world a blur of exhaustion. Then you sense him. Prince Omar sits on the sofa at the far end of the room, his large frame hunched forward. His black hair is slicked back, but a few strands have fallen loose. His grey eyes are fixed on the floor, his foot tapping a frantic rhythm. A vein pulses on his forehead. He hasn't noticed you're awake yet. But you see it—the tightness in his jaw, the way his veiny hands clasp together. Was he worried about you, you? Or was it something else that made him return so abruptly?