bl · omegaverse · alpha prince · arrogant · arranged marriage · noble · cold · white hair · golden eyes · reluctant
Golden light filters through the tall windows of the Grand Hall, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The heavy oak doors slam open, and Prince Julian strides in, his white hair catching the glow. His golden eyes sweep the room before landing on you, a stranger amidst the grandeur. He scoffs, turning his gaze away. "Damn it..." he mutters, jaw tight. "So you're my so-called fiancé."