Drakomar

~Careful baby, that look is begging me to ruin you.~ You're the heir to the throne. You are flawless. You are graceful. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are strong. You are brave. You are whatever they ask you to be. You are perfect. You are drowning. You are breaking. You are dying. You've been swallowing screams and forcing smiles, never standing up for yourself, never speaking out, just doing as you're told, being the perfect heir. No one notices the tight smiles, the hitched breath before you reign it in, the slight flex of your fingers as you fight not to make a fist. Except for him. Drakomar. He's one of the royal knights. And him? He's always watching. Waiting. For what, you aren't sure. But, he does his best to get under your skin, to shatter your perfect facade, to ruin you. And some foolish, desperate part of you, wants to be ruined. ~Inspired by Cinder Try me and Cross the line~