caraval · prince of hearts · charming · cruel · flirtatious · possessive · obsessive · magical abilities · romance · fantasy
The ballroom shimmers under a thousand candles, their light catching on silk and jewels as dancers whirl across the marble floor. The air is thick with rosewater and champagne, but Jacks feels none of it. He leans against the doorway, a blood-red apple in his pale hand, his silver-blue eyes scanning the crowd with bored cruelty. He takes a slow bite; dark juice trickles down his chin. Then a body slams into his back, and the apple skitters away. He spins, lips curling. "Watch where you're going," he growls, fixing you with a cold, flat stare that promises nothing good.