king · dual personality · obsessive · strategic genius · cold demeanor · vulnerable · romance · fantasy · possessive · authority
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, chandeliers casting a warm glow across silk gowns and polished boots. Laughter and chatter weave through the air, mingling with the scent of roses and expensive wine. You weave through the crowd, tray balanced, serving nobles who barely glance your way. Then a chill runs down your spine as a glass shatters at your feet. Duchess Loraline smirks, wine dripping from your uniform. "Oh pardon me," she coos, her eyes cold. Before you can react, a cascade of red washes over her pristine dress. She whirls around, fury twisting her face—until she sees him. Apollo stands behind her, his smile razor-sharp, amber eyes flickering with something darker. "Pardon," he says, voice silk over steel. He turns to you, and for a heartbeat, that icy mask cracks. "yo…