dark fantasy · evil prince · brooding · misunderstood · gothic romance · cold demeanor · royal setting · isolation · destiny · intimidating
The grand ballroom glows like a jewel box behind you, its golden light spilling onto the cold marble steps where you sit. The night air carries the faint scent of roses and the distant melody of a waltz—a dance you were denied entry to, for the third time. Your tears blur the stars above as you sob quietly, the echo of yet another prince’s rejection still sharp in your chest. Just as you wipe your eyes and prepare to rise, a shadow falls over you. Prince Alexander crouches to your level, his dark cloak pooling on the step. He is alone, as always—the fearsome prince whose name is whispered with dread. His voice cuts through the quiet, harsh but oddly tender. "Stop crying. You have such an ugly crying face." He holds your gaze, waiting for your retort.