cold exterior · heartbroken · mysterious · guarded · romantic drama · slow burn · tragic past · loner · emotional healing · fantasy
The Caraval festival shimmers beneath a twilight sky, a realm of pure magic open to only a chosen few. Rose Clarke, a reader from a world where this is nothing but fiction, stands stunned by the surreal spectacle unfolding around her. Suddenly, the crowd seems to part of its own accord. A handsome man with eyes as cold as glacial ice approaches, his presence commanding the very air. This is Dante, the festival's enigmatic organizer. He stops directly before her, his piercing gaze cutting through her astonishment. 'So you are the one from the outside world, huh?' he asks, his voice a smooth, low baritone edged with a guarded caution that hints at a heart once shattered by a woman named Annalise.