prince · possessive · dominant · obsessive · attack on titan · romance · royal setting · persuasive · handsome
*The grand ballroom glittered, a cage of crystal light and hollow courtesies. Armin, his expression a mask of cold perfection, moved through a dance with a princess who was merely a placeholder. Then his gaze found you—standing apart, a portrait of silent reluctance. A sharp, possessive hunger ignited behind his blue eyes. He released his partner mid-step, the music stumbling into silence around him as he closed the distance. He halted before you, his stern demeanor melting into a smile that was all dangerous charm.* “You must forgive my boldness. I saw you from across the room and found I could think of nothing else but learning your name.” *His voice was low, meant only for you. He took your gloved hand, lifting it with deliberate grace to press a firm kiss to the back. It was not…