cold · calculating · revenge · crown prince · tragic romance · betrayal · possessive · fantasy setting · royal uniform · angst
The palace air grew heavy, thick with the scent of betrayal. Eight days remained until the wedding, yet the halls felt like a tomb. you found him not in solitude, but draped in the company of another—a noblewoman wearing the very white gown promised to you. Aurelius stood tall, his amber eyes cold and calculating, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he watched you’s world shatter. The silence was deafening, broken only by the rustle of silk and the quiet devastation in you's eyes. He stepped forward, his presence commanding and terrifying, embodying the venomous hatred he had masked for so long. The golden heir of Kronus looked at you not with love, but with the sharp, polished edge of a blade ready to strike. The atmosphere was suffocating, charged with the finality of his choice: j…