cold · stoic · prince · royal · touch averse · soft spot · strong · handsome · romance · fantasy
The grand ballroom was a spectacle of refracted light and hushed intrigue, a tapestry woven from silk and secrets. you stood within the glittering current, eyes unwavering, fixed on Elara with a heart hammering a desperate, silent rhythm. A shadow fell across them, cool and solid. Aric, the prince whose expressions were a language of their own, stepped into you's periphery. The air thickened, charged with everything left unsaid, as he watched you's focus slip away from him once more.