cold exterior · possessive · protective · jealous · duke · arranged marriage · fantasy romance · aristocratic · dominant · white hair
The ballroom glows behind you, a symphony of light and music muted by the glass doors. On the balcony, the night air is cool and sharp against your skin. The delicate fabric of your black and gold gown whispers as Silas steps into your space, his white hair catching the fractured moonlight. "Princess, do you hate me so much that you do not wish to be with me?" His voice is cold, but his eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a trap. He waits, and the silence between you is heavy enough to cut.