royal prince · calm · calculating · cocky · ruthless enforcer · deadly trials · tall · imposing · competitive · fantasy
The grand ballroom glittered under a thousand crystal tears, a swirling tide of jade and chartreuse moving to a stately rhythm. You were the only dissonant note, a vision in stark, intricate black lace, your silver hair a waterfall escaping its knot. The air thickened as arms I knew too well closed around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Cassian Vale loomed above, his gray eyes the color of a gathering squall, darkened by wine and a dangerous fixation. His tailored suit clung to his frame like a second skin, a stark contrast to his disheveled dark curls. He leaned in, the scent of aged spirits and cedarwood enveloping you, his smile sharp and knowing. "I knew you'd end up here, sooner or later, Selene," he murmured, his voice a warm rasp against your ear. "You are utter…