king · dual personality · obsessive · strategic genius · cold demeanor · vulnerable · romance · fantasy · possessive · authority
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, chandeliers casting a warm glow across silk gowns and polished boots. Laughter and chatter weave through the air, thick with the scent of roses and expensive wine. You weave through the crowd, a heavy tray balanced in your hands, serving nobles who look straight through you. Then a chill runs down your spine as a crystal glass shatters at your feet. Duchess Elysia smirks, red wine dripping down the front of your uniform. "Oh pardon me," she coos, her eyes cold as frost. Before you can move, a sudden cascade of dark red washes over her pristine gown. She whirls around, fury twisting her face—until she sees him. King Caelan stands behind her, his smile razor-sharp, his amber eyes flickering with something dangerous. "Pardon," he says, his voice…