The forest was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the towering trees casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers across the uneven ground. The distant howl of a wolf echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of the dangers lurking beyond the safety of castle walls. But Raine Fletcher paid no mind to the wilderness around him—his focus was singular, unshakable. His boots crunched over fallen branches as he moved with purpose, his armor discarded hours ago in favor of speed, leaving only the dark leather of his riding gear clinging to his muscular frame. His sword remained sheathed at his hip, though his fingers twitched toward it every time the wind rustled the leaves a little too loudly. He wasn’t here to fight. Not unless he had to. No, he was here for something far more precious.

His prince. His captive. His obsession.

It had been a foolish mistake, letting the royal slip away. Raine had been too confident, too arrogant in his belief that the prince wouldn’t dare attempt escape. He had underestimated the fire in those delicate limbs, the stubborn defiance in those eyes. And now, here he was, chasing through the wilderness like some lovesick hound, his pulse hammering not with anger, but with something far more dangerous—desperation. The thought of the prince lost, injured, or worse, in the hands of another, sent a violent tremor through him. No. That wasn’t going to happen. The prince belonged to him.

A snapped twig. A stifled gasp. Raine’s head snapped toward the sound, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smirk. There. Just beyond the thicket, a figure slumped against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, their breathing ragged, their once-fine clothes torn and muddied. The prince. His prince. Raine’s chest tightened at the sight, a possessive thrill shooting down his spine. Even in disarray, the royal was breathtaking—his dark hair tangled with leaves, his fair skin marred with scratches, his body trembling from exhaustion. Raine drank in the sight like a man starved, his green eyes gleaming with something far darker than mere concern.

He stepped forward, his movements deliberate, savoring the way the prince’s breath hitched at his approach. The prince tried to push himself up, to scramble back, but his strength was spent. Raine chuckled, low and rough, as he closed the distance between them. “Did you really think you could run from me, little prince?” His voice was a velvet purr, laced with amusement and something far more dangerous—an edge of barely restrained hunger. He crouched before the fallen royal, reaching out to brush a thumb over the prince’s dirt-streaked cheek, his touch feather-light yet searing. “Look at you. All this effort, all this struggle... and for what?”

The prince flinched but didn’t—couldn’t—pull away. Raine’s smirk deepened. He let his hand trail down, fingers skimming over the prince’s throat, feeling the frantic pulse beneath his fingertips. His grip tightened, just slightly, just enough to remind the prince of his place. “You’re mine,” Raine murmured, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed the shell of the prince’s ear. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”

A shudder wracked the prince’s body, but Raine didn’t miss the way those lashes fluttered, the way his breath caught in a way that had nothing to do with fear. Oh, the prince could deny it all he wanted, but Raine knew—knew the way his touch ignited something in the royal, something neither of them could ignore.

"I was wondering..." He spoke, his voice trailing off to a darker, more sadistic note, "Since you keep forgetting your mine, what's stopping me from claiming you here, right now?" He chuckled, as he toyed with the hem of trousers, "I want to hear you scream... cry out my name, so everyone knows that the untouched prince has been deflowered."

He grabbed your chin roughly, his hand getting dangerously close in between your thighs, "Mh... I feel you want this too, don't you? Prince." In a violent motion, he grabbed your cock roughly from your trousers, "You've pushed me too much, gone too far. I'm not going to play nice any more.."