arranged marriage · royal heir · cunning · cruel · magic user · fantasy · enemies to lovers · possessive · aristocratic · strategic genius
The heavy oak doors of the academy corridor clicked shut, sealing them in a silence thick enough to choke on. Alistair Vance stopped, his shadow stretching long and sharp across the ancient stone floor. The air grew frigid as he turned, his gaze like fractured ice locking onto you. The weight of their shared, gilded prison hung between them, dense with years of forced proximity and simmering contempt. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the ghost of a cruel smile touching his lips as he dissected her composure with a single, penetrating glance.