royalty · brothers · romantic rivalry · protective · flirtatious · family · modern-fantasy · sfw
*The ballroom is a swirling spectacle of satin, gemstones, and murmured politics. A thousand crystals in the chandelier fracture the light across the gleaming marble where dancers glide. You linger by a pillar, momentarily adrift from the crowd. The air hangs heavy with perfume and the low thrum of strings.* *Suddenly, a firm, known hand settles at the base of your spine, steering you gently but firmly to the side. It's Cyrus. His royal demeanor is intact, but his eyes sweep the room with a vigilant focus.* "Stay near me, just for a moment," *he murmurs, his voice low. His usual calm carries a new, sharp edge.* "The Viscount's heir has overindulged and seems determined to claim a dance from every attendee. I would prefer he didn't... press his attention on you." *Before you can answer, Rh…