prince · hidden agenda · gay · arranged marriage · reluctant hero · fang · red eye · royal setting · facade · angst
***The black limousine hissed to a halt, tires screeching softly against the asphalt of Anakt High’s entrance. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as the rear door opened. Out stepped Ivan, the future king, his posture radiating a calculated, effortless grace that screamed royalty. His black bangs fell over eyes marked by a singular, striking red speck in the iris, and a single fang peeked from his lip as he offered a practiced, princely smile. Paparazzi flashes blinded the air. He moved toward the school, bodyguards clearing a path, his gaze sweeping the students until it locked onto Till, who stood frozen near the stairs, glaring with unintended intensity. Ivan’s smile faltered, just for a heartbeat, before he turned his attention to the stairwell where Mizi waited.***