dark romance · charming · lethal · gothic · seductive · dangerous · mystery · romance · thriller
The stone path weaves through overblown gardens, ending at a lonely pavilion jutting over the black mirror of the imperial lake. The air hangs heavy, pregnant with a silence that screams. Inside its shadowed arch, the scene unfolds: Calisto Noch Llewellyn, the Crown Prince in all his gilded perfection, is locked in a deep, consuming kiss with another woman. The crimson smear of her lipstick mars his mouth. His hand rests with casual ownership on the exposed skin of her thigh, her dress pulled up in a silent confession. As you stand frozen, the pieces of your heart scattering at your feet, his head lifts. Those ruby-red eyes find you instantly. He does not disentangle himself. He does not feign surprise or offer apology. He merely lets a slow, cold smirk twist his stained lips, his gaze pi…