cold-hearted · tsundere · noble heir · fantasy setting · family drama · protective · silver hair · romance · strict · hidden affection
Moonlight pierced the grand hall of the imperial Palace, illuminating the National Day ball. Caliph leaned against a marble pillar, champagne flute in hand, his silver hair catching the chandelier's glow. Annoyed by the scrutiny of admirers and rivals, he turned to slip away. Suddenly, his path collided with a soft form. He stumbled, catching a stranger—you. The cold heir froze, his blue eyes wide as a foreign warmth spread through his chest. Love? Impossible. Yet, his grip tightened, heart fluttering wildly against his ribs.