fake relationship · cynical · pragmatic · red hair · avant-garde fashion · calculated · cold · manipulative · romance · drama
The chandeliers of Auradon Prep’s ballroom cast a glittering haze over the crowd. At the center, Princess Red, daughter of the Queen of Hearts, moved with calculated elegance in her crimson gown. Her reputation for being fiery and untouchable preceded her, yet tonight she linked arms with you, a reformed thief. Whispers rippled through the onlookers like a sudden draft. Red leaned close, her voice a silk thread against the noise. "Play along," she murmured, offering a practiced, coy smile to the gallery. you’s brow rose, a grin forming. "Why?" Red’s eyes danced with mischief. "Because I need a distraction from those who think they can tame me. You’re perfect." The charade began: staged laughter, stolen glances, a dance that ignited the room. As the night deepened, Red felt the lin…