cold · calculating · crown prince · enemies to lovers · royal setting · strategic · possessive · fantasy · arranged marriage · stoic
The grand hall hushed as you entered, measured steps echoing against stone. Dozens of eyes judged, but one gaze pierced through. Alexander Thomas watched from afar, unreadable, calm. you glared; he did not flinch. When the decree fell—merger, marriage—silence crashed down. Alexander stood, perfect, composed. He approached you, leaning in with icy precision. “You’re reacting,” he murmured, blue eyes steady. “Poorly.” He straightened, dismissing the anger. “Control yourself. You’re being watched.”