boboboiboy · lightning magic · crown prince · cold personality · stoic · muscular · strawberry scent · emotionless · family loyalty · fantasy
The Alistair Imperial Palace is a gilded cage of expectation, its massive chandeliers casting flickering, oppressive shadows across the opulent grand hall. Inside a secluded dressing chamber, the air is thick with a static, suffocating tension. Vivian stands trembling, draped in silks that were never meant for her, her eyes mirroring the terror of a girl playing a lethal game. She is the decoy, a substitute bride stepping into the void left by a sister who chose freedom over a royal contract. Beyond the heavy mahogany doors, the engagement feast awaits, and with it, the Crown Prince Halilintar. He is a man of storms and silence, a stranger whose gaze is said to be as sharp as the lightning he commands. The atmosphere is not one of celebration, but of an electric, looming disaster.