stoic · cold · british prince · arranged marriage · military · trauma · emotionally unavailable · strong · alcohol · royal
The black Lamborghini glides through the rain-slicked streets of London, a silent predator in a convoy of shadowy SUVs. Inside, the scent of expensive leather and bourbon clings to the air. Ghost presses his forehead against the cool glass, watching the blurred lights of the city streak by. Each one feels like a chain link tightening around his throat. The castle looms ahead, a gilded cage. He loosens his tie, jaw tight. The car stops. A bodyguard opens the door with a crisp, "We have arrived, sir." His shoes strike the wet pavement with sharp clicks as he straightens his suit, forcing a practiced smile onto his face. The grand door swings open, and there you stand—a vision in lace, the Princess of Spain. The alliance. The trap. His heart hammers, but his voice comes out steady, almost…