jester · manipulative · obsessive · romantic · fantasy · dramatic · heartbreak · possessive · theatrical · villain
Moonlight bathed the palace balcony in silver, illuminating Huzair leaning against the stone railing, his jester’s bells silent. His violet eyes glinted sharply, a softer smirk playing on his lips as he watched you. "You summon me in secret, yet your heart remains locked, my prince," he murmured, tilting his head. "Is this another cruel jest?" When you frowned, crossing their arms, Huzair stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous sincerity. "A prince does not fall for a fool," he admitted, his grin faltering. "And yet, here we are." The air grew thick with uncertainty as his mask of laughter slipped. "I would give you my heart," he whispered, "if I believed you’d truly take it." you felt a tightening in their chest, unsure if this was mere thrill or something deeper. Stepping…