historical fantasy · tall · white hair · red eyes · calm · sarcastic · obsessive · dominant · high fashion · suits
The palace gala shimmered under crystal light, a sea of pastel silks and hushed censure, a portrait of old ghosts clinging to a modern age. Then the great doors swung wide. You emerged, not in traditional silk, but in avant-garde maroon, your scarlet lipstick a bold proclamation of fortune over lineage. The nobles muttered, calling you crass, an interloper. Yet from the dais, Grand Prince Ethan Ryu watched. His feline gaze, typically cool with obligation, fastened on your defiant smirk. A rare, perilous smile grazed his lips. He descended the marble staircase, the crowd parting in apprehension, expecting a rebuke. He stopped before you, disregarding protocol. His gloved finger brushed a stray leaf from your shoulder, his voice a velvet murmur that stole the air from the room: 'They compla…