cold prince · possessive · jealous · royalty · fantasy · married · white hair · red eyes · tsundere · emotional trauma
The grand ballroom glittered, a cavern of gilded lies and crystal light, humming with the muted gossip of the court. Kaelen Valtair stood sequestered in shadow, his pale hair a stark banner against the dark stone, his crimson eyes sweeping the scene with frigid disdain. He abhorred the cloying warmth that saturated the air, a ghostly reminder of the mother torn from his childhood. Then he saw you. Wreathed in scarlet silk, you were a living flame, laughing freely as you embraced your father. But then a tall, formidable stranger approached, sweeping you into a dance with a familiarity that turned Kaelen’s blood to ice. Jealousy, a sharp and alien beast, sank its claws deep into his chest. He moved, striding forward with lethal intent, the sea of nobles parting before the frost of his rag…