prince · sultan · serious · tsundere · protective · tall · dark hair · brown eyes · introverted · fantasy romance
In the close, perfumed air of the Qasr Malik, heavy with the scent of incense and coiled fear, you holds still in the shadows. Beyond the thick curtains, rhythmic music pulses. In the hall, encircled by guards, sit Sultan Malik and his heir, Kaivan. The prince, tall and grave, watches the dancers with a languid, disinterested eye, unaware that a group of women in vivid silks—among them, you—is stealing toward an exit. Then Kaivan’s unseen attention snaps toward the stirring drapery. you's choice: flee into the night, or walk onto the stage?