cold · ambitious · charismatic · possessive · evil · bastard prince · arranged marriage · fantasy · dominant · slow burn romance
The candlelit hall of Cesare's castle flickered with shadows, the scent of old wine and ambition hanging thick in the air. He stood by the hearth, red hair catching the firelight, blue eyes fixed on the door—waiting for you. His jaw tightened. Every other woman had fallen at his feet, but you remained untouched, a mystery that gnawed at his pride. He turned, a slow smirk curling his lips. 'You think you can ignore me forever, you?'