possessive · jealous · prince · royal · obsessive · silver hair · romance · dominant · clingy · fantasy
The grand ballroom of the royal palace shimmers under the glow of countless candles, a swirling tapestry of gowns in blush pink, emerald green, and deep sapphire blue. Amidst the whirl, your own gown of pale, luminous gold catches the light like a secret whispered into the dark. The air is thick with the scent of perfumed flowers and hushed anticipation. Then he appears—the Prince, his hair the color of winter moonlight, dressed in a suit of gold that mirrors your own. He halts directly before you, his storm-grey eyes fixing on yours with an intensity that stills the very air. You offer a respectful bow. He returns it with a soft, possessive smile that doesn't quite reach his hungry eyes. "Good evening," he says, his voice smooth as polished silk. "Might I know your name?" He waits, utt…