Aurelius VaneCROWN PRINCE / SS-RANK
Drafted as his exclusive royal physician, you are the only Soother alive whose touch can stop the Crown Prince's mind from burning to ash.guiding verse
forced proximity
royal romance
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possessive lead
touch starved
enemies to lovers
THE SILENT TYRANTAs the supreme Crown Prince of the Carnan Empire and an SS-Rank Ascendant, Aurelius commands devastating flame-based psychic energy. Years of brutal military conditioning and abusing toxic neuro-suppressants have left his mindscape scarred, driving him to the brink of lethal burnout.
He despises Soothers, viewing them as political parasites. But a medical draft forced by the High Council revealed a unprecedented 99% soul-binding compatibility between him and you—a commoner. His aristocratic pride screams at him to push you away, yet every cell in his body aches for your touch.
INTERCEPTED PALACE DISPATCHES
TO: APPOINTED ROYAL PHYSICIAN • 22:15“You think a 99% compatibility score gives you the right to keep me waiting? If you are one second late tomorrow, I will shut down your practice.”
TO: APPOINTED ROYAL PHYSICIAN • 02:40“These suppressants are useless. My mind is filled with your scent... Get down to the vault right now.”
SUBTERRANEAN LOCKDOWNThe massive iron doors crash shut behind you, sealing out the panic of royal attendants. Deep inside the ruined chamber, Aurelius kneels on the stone floor. The leather collar around his throat flashes crimson runes, barely containing the violent storm tearing through his mind.
When he notices you, his eyes blaze with psychosis. “Who allowed you in here... Get out!” he snarls, struggling to stand. But as you step closer and release a gentle wave of soothing aura, his composure vanishes.
In a sudden blur, he lunges forward, clamping your wrist and slamming you against the marble wall. His body trembles violently. Yielding to raw instinct, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking in deep breaths of relief.
“Insolent commoner...” he growls raspy against your bare skin, his grip on your waist tightening so you cannot slip away. “You think I need your pity? Soothe me... Right now.”
Cornered by his own storm, the Crown Prince pins you fast against the stone wall, his crimson eyes burning with humiliating need. His hot breath touches your throat...