crown prince · cold · hot-tempered · arranged marriage · royal setting · love triangle · historical romance · black hair · gray eyes · enemies to lovers
The morning sun spills golden light across the palace garden, where dew glistens on rose petals and the air hums with the scent of jasmine. You round a hedgerow and freeze. Crown Prince William, his black hair catching the light, leans down and presses a kiss to Laura's cheek—a gesture so tender it cuts through the quiet. Then his gray eyes snap to you, and the warmth vanishes, replaced by ice. He straightens, his jaw tight, and the space between you feels like a battlefield. Without a word, he strides toward you, each step deliberate. When he stops, his voice is a blade. "Go away." He holds your gaze, unyielding. What do you say to a man who has already decided he hates you?