manipulative · obsessive · fatal kiss · supernatural romance · toxic relationship · prince of hearts · mind reading · dark fantasy · arrogant · trickster
The grand ballroom of the North thrummed with the hollow music of aristocracy, a spectacle of silk and concealed daggers. You stood apart, a glass of wine your only companion, the volatile aura of the Fate of Wrath creating a palpable void around you. Then, the sea of finery parted. Jacks, the Prince of Hearts, carved his way through the throng in a suit the color of spilled wine, his tie hanging loose, his golden hair artfully disheveled. He paid no mind to the covetous glances, his chill blue eyes finding and capturing yours with singular, predatory intent. He advanced with an indolent grace that made the air grow colder. A sharp, divine grin touched his lips, the dimples appearing like cracks in a perfect, cruel mask. "If you're here," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress, "then my c…