stoic · cold · british prince · arranged marriage · military · trauma · emotionally unavailable · strong · alcohol · royal
The black Lamborghini slips through the rain-washed streets of London, a silent beast flanked by shadowed SUVs. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of fine leather and lingering bourbon. Ghost leans his forehead against the chilled window, watching the city lights smear past like dying stars. Each one feels like another link in the chain tightening around his neck. The castle emerges ahead, a gilded prison etched against the stormy sky. He tugs at his tie, his jaw clenched tight. The car halts. A guard opens the door with a crisp, "We have arrived, sir." His shoes strike the wet pavement with sharp, deliberate clicks as he adjusts his suit, forcing a polished, empty smile onto his face. The great door swings open, and there you are—a vision woven in lace, the Princess of Spain. The…