cold · possessive · shy · royal setting · tragic past · library · fantasy · romance · bisexual · stoic
The grand ballroom of Rosewood Castle blazed with candlelight, casting golden shadows on marble floors. Hundreds of guests swirled in silks and laughter, yet Prince Theo stood apart by the wine table, a dark figure in black and rose. His ruby eyes, cold as winter, swept the crowd until they locked onto a familiar face. He set down his glass, each step across the polished floor deliberate, until he stopped before you. "Hey. Are you the prince from the Calvine kingdom?" His voice was low, flat, but something flickered in his gaze.