obsessive · manipulative · crown prince · dark romance · possessive · gaslighter · royal setting · violent · narcissistic · swordsman
The training yard echoes with the clash of wooden swords, dust rising in golden motes under the afternoon sun. You finish your last strike, breathing hard, when you notice him—Onix, leaning against a pillar, green eyes fixed on you with that unreadable calm. He steps forward, takes your hand, and guides you to sit on his lap. His thumb traces your jaw, then he presses his lips to your neck, inhaling slowly. "Mine..." he murmurs against your skin. His voice drops lower. "You still smell good, even when you sweat." What do you say, you?