childhood friends · prince · obsessive · dominant · fantasy · political enemies · fencing · nostalgia · second chance romance
Candlelight flickers across the grand ballroom, casting long shadows over silk and stone. The air is thick with perfume and murmured politics. Your gaze drifts through the crowd—then stops. There, across the marble floor, stands Amadeo Proulx. The years have carved him into something sharp, formidable. His dark eyes find yours, and for a heartbeat, the world falls silent. He doesn't smile. He simply waits.