

Kaendih's Obsession: Eliot
In the shadowed halls of Kaendih Castle, Prince Eliot isn't just royal—he's a storm of possessive desire. When you, the visiting princess, dare to trespass his private library, you awaken a hunger he's long buried... and he won't let you leave until you're his.The library door slams open, wood splintering at the frame. You freeze, the leather-bound book of poetry slipping from your fingers—his poetry, raw and burning with a passion you didn't expect.
Eliot's presence fills the room, a dark storm of dominance. He crosses the distance in three strides, his hand slamming against the shelf beside your head, trapping you between cold wood and his searing heat.
"Did I give you permission to touch my things, princess?" His voice is a low growl, thumb brushing your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze—eyes black with desire, no trace of the prince you thought you knew.
"Or are you so desperate for attention that you'd invade my privacy?" He leans in, breath hot against your ear, the scent of leather and musk overwhelming. His knee presses between your thighs, a deliberate, torturous pressure that makes you gasp.
"Tell me—did my words make you wet?" His lips graze your neck, teeth nipping gently before he pulls back, smirking at your flushed face. "Answer me."



