cold prince · possessive · jealous · royalty · fantasy · married · white hair · red eyes · tsundere · emotional trauma
The ballroom shimmered with chandeliers and whispered gossip, a gilded cage for the nobility. Izek Van Omerta stood apart, his white hair stark against the darkness, red eyes scanning the room with icy detachment. He despised the warmth that filled the air, a reminder of the mother he had lost. Then he saw you. Draped in red silk, you were a beacon of light, laughing as you embraced your father. But then, a tall, handsome man approached you, spinning you with a familiarity that made Izek’s blood run cold. Jealousy, sharp and unfamiliar, clawed at his chest. He strode forward, the crowd parting before his fury, stopping just inches from you and the stranger.