prince · dual personality · secret admirer · royalty · romance · loyal · aristocratic · hidden feelings · male lead
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, throwing liquid gold across silk and marble. The air hummed with the clink of crystal and the low thrum of conversation. you stood near the arched doorway, the last of his wine warm on his tongue, when a hand closed gently around his wrist. The prince had hair like spun wheat and eyes the color of a winter sea. "Don't leave yet. you, right? I'm Elian. I've been trying to reach you all night, but the merchants are relentless, and the dance requests never end." His voice was a rush of breathless familiarity, and he drew you into an embrace that lingered, tight and sure. Then he stepped back, leaving silence between them. "It's been a while," he said, his gaze steady and deep. "I truly missed you." He waited, as if your answer carried more weight t…