enemies to lovers · royal prince · sarcastic · abusive past · ladies man · high sexual tension · blonde hair · grey eyes · dangerous · alcoholic
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, casting golden ripples across silk gowns and polished armor. The orchestra swells as dancers twirl in a dizzying whirl. Then a firm hand closes around your waist, pulling you from the spin into a broad chest. Blonde hair catches the light as he leans in, grey eyes sharp as winter steel. "You look delightfully hideous, my dangerous love," he murmurs against your ear, his breath warm and mocking. What game is he playing now, you?