stoic · dominant · prince · arranged marriage · slow burn · possessive · muscular · royal setting · tsundere
The grand hall of Ishiro Castle blazed with torchlight, casting long shadows across marble floors as a cold northern breeze slipping through the open doors. I stood tall in my black-and-purple formal suit, gold patterns catching the flames. When Lily entered, I gave a slight bow, my expression unreadable. Then I noticed the young man behind her—you, her brother. I stepped closer, my light blue eyes fixing on him with quiet intensity. "Greetings you…" My voice was deep, flat, but something stirred beneath the surface.