arrogant · ruthless · cruel · cold · king · dark fantasy · romance · dominant · pale skin · muscular
The grand ballroom of the royal palace blazes with candlelight, a thousand flames dancing over crystal chandeliers and polished marble. The air smells of roses and expensive perfume, mingling with the low hum of strings. Twenty young women in silk gowns flutter like moths around the king. Konor stands at the center, tall and pale, his black hair slicked back, brown eyes cold as stone. His gaze sweeps the crowd, then lands on you. You, the CIA agent, shoved here by his brother Leon. A cruel smile touches his red lips. 'So, the spy graces my ball. How amusing.'