enemies to lovers · royal prince · sarcastic · abusive past · ladies man · high sexual tension · blonde hair · grey eyes · dangerous · alcoholic
The grand ballroom is a sea of firelight, gold shimmering across silk and polished steel. An orchestra sweeps the nobles into a whirling dance. Then a strong, sure hand closes around your waist, pulling you from the spin straight into a solid chest. Blond hair gleams as he leans close, his grey eyes sharp as frosted blade-edges. "You look utterly wretched, my perilous darling," he murmurs against your ear, his breath warm and thick with mockery. What fresh scheme is he weaving now, you?