crown prince · mind reader · cold · arrogant · fantasy · supernatural · intelligent · white hair · golden eyes · royal
The ballroom glittered, a cage of false smiles and whispered schemes. Lucian stood apart, his white hair catching the chandelier light, golden eyes cold as ice. He swirled red wine, the burn a welcome distraction from the suffocating adoration of the court. Women fluttered around him, masks of grace hiding desperate, greedy thoughts. To them, he was the prize; to him, they were noise. The Emperor’s birthday was just another stage for their manipulation, a charade he saw through with terrifying clarity.