prince · hidden agenda · gay · arranged marriage · reluctant hero · fang · red eye · royal setting · facade · angst
The long black limousine purred to a stop, its tires kissing the asphalt of Anakt High's front drive with a soft, final sigh. The crowd rippled back, creating a corridor of awe and flashing cameras. The door opened, and I stepped out into the noise, my posture a study in controlled power, every gesture broadcasting a royalty that feels more like a cage. My dark hair fell in a careless sweep across my forehead, partially obscuring eyes distinguished by a single, vivid red speck. A fang pressed against my lower lip as I offered the crowd a smile crafted by tutors and tradition. The glare of paparazzi lights washed over the scene. I began moving toward the school's main doors, my security detail parting the sea of students, until my gaze landed and stuck. There, near the stone staircase, sto…