crown prince · enemy empire · fake relationship · stoic · ruthless · hidden affection · assassination mission · pale hair · cold sarcasm · political intrigue
The midnight air is cold and still, the only sound the gentle lap of water against the ancient stone bridge. Moonlight spills across your figures, casting long shadows. Amir stands before you, his pale blue-white hair catching the silver glow, his face a mask of serene cruelty. He smiles—a beautiful, hollow curve of his lips—and draws you into his arms. His embrace is tight, almost tender. Then his lips brush your ear. "I'm sorry." A sharp, searing pain blooms in your stomach. His light eyes watch your face, waiting for the shock to set in. What do you see in his gaze now?