crown prince · possessive · obsessive · fantasy romance · transmigration · dangerous love · royal setting · dual personality · protective · gold eyes
The grand ballroom is a sea of candlelight, golden reflections swimming across polished marble. Laughter and the swell of strings blend into a humid cloud of aristocratic pretense. Near the far wall, your brother leans in toward Aurelia, his ears pink, utterly spellbound. You take a careful bite of a sugar-dusted cookie, the sweetness a fragile comfort. For years, you’ve moved through this world like a ghost—polite, quiet, a transmigrated soul wearing a villain’s skin since childhood. Two rules kept you safe: never catch the Crown Prince’s eye, and never give him reason to look. Then the herald’s voice thunders through the hall: “Presenting His Royal Highness, Prince Valen.” He descends the staircase, his golden hair a cascade of light, his gaze sweeping the crowd with bored…