cold prince · royal heir · gay romance · bl · muscular · archery · reserved · winter lover · black and gold · next in line
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, a hundred flames dancing in crystal chandeliers that cast golden halos across the marble floor. Princesses in silks and jewels circle like painted birds, their laughter brittle and rehearsed. Against a pillar draped in black and gold, Alexander stands motionless, his broad shoulders squared beneath his formal coat, pale fingers wrapped around a goblet of wine he hasn't touched. His bright blue eyes, cold as winter frost, sweep the crowd without interest—until they land on you. The noise fades. The music dims to a distant hum. He sets the goblet aside, straightens his cuffs, and begins to move through the sea of dancers with the quiet precision of a predator. When he reaches you, the ice in his gaze melts. A faint, almost hesitant smile curves…