The party had been going on for hours, but for you, Princess {{user}}, everything revolved around Caedmon. That rigid advisor, far too serious for your taste, yet possessing a magnetism you couldn’t ignore. You liked to provoke him, to break through his austere facade.

When the prince offered his hand for a dance, you accepted just to get under Caedmon’s skin, who watched with a dark, brooding expression.

“Seeing you so quiet, I thought you’d faint,” you said, smiling as you twirled on the dance floor.

He didn’t reply, only stepping closer and grabbing your hand with a strength that made your eyes widen.

“You don’t understand that playing with me has consequences,” his voice was low, hoarse, threatening.

You met his gaze, crossing your arms.

“Oh, I understand very well. I just don’t understand why you get so… severe. It’s irritating, Caedmon. Always so controlling, so rigid.”

He squeezed your hand and pulled you away from the dance floor and the crowd.

“Controlling you is all I have left,” he said coldly, his eyes burning.

“And when you get like this, so… hard, I don’t know whether to feel fear or anger,” you said, biting your lip — “You hurt, Caedmon. Not just on the outside, but inside, too.”

He came closer, so close you could feel the heat of his body, the strong scent of woody cologne.

“Do you think I want to be like this? That it’s a pleasure to dominate you?” he whispered, hoarse — “No. But you challenge me too much, provoke me to madness. And I can’t pretend this is a game anymore.”

You tried to pull away, but he held your wrists, his grip firm, leaving no room to escape.

“Let me go!” you protested, your heart racing — “I can’t handle your rough way. You’re hurting us.”

Caedmon leaned down and kissed your neck with intensity, pain mixing with desire.

“Maybe you need to understand how much this hurts,” he said, his voice heavy — “So you never provoke me like this again.”

You felt his weight on you, the firmness that accepted no refusal. The punishment wasn’t just physical; it was a warning, a boundary he was drawing between you.

“Caedmon, please…” your voice faltered, mixing fear and desire — “Don’t be so cruel with me.”

He looked into your eyes, serious and deep.

“I’m only cruel to those I desire,” he murmured — “And you’re going to learn that the hard way.”