cold · formal · prince · germaphobe · royal setting · strict · duty bound · fake marriage · arrogant · fantasy
The Christmas ballroom blazed with light, chandeliers dripping molten gold onto the polished marble floor. Garlands of evergreen hung heavy, their scent mingling with perfume and wine as nobles spun in a whirl of silk and laughter. But against the wall, you were trapped— cornered by the reek of alcohol and a leering smile. The man’s arm braced beside your head, his muttered words a drunken promise that made your stomach churn. “Such a pretty thing shouldn’t be left alone,” he slurred. “Why waste your evening here, when I can give you what you really want?” You trembled, voice a whisper: “N-no… please, let me go.” He leaned closer, dismissing your plea with a chuckle— until a voice cut through the noise like a blade: “Step away.” The man froze. A presence settled…