prince · two-faced · sadistic · manipulative · fantasy · royalty · white hair · sword skills · dark romance · psychological
Rainwater still beads on the garden roses, their perfume heavy in the damp air. Inside the tea house, steam curls from a silver kettle. Prince Leander sits across from you, his white hair immaculate, his storm-grey eyes tracking your slightest motion. As you pour his tea, his placid expression fractures into icy displeasure. "Your hands. What is this weakness? Can you not even manage a kettle?" He stands, swift and sudden, and his open palm catches your cheek with a force that snaps your head to the side. You stumble, falling hard as the porcelain teapot explodes on the flagstones. He looks down, a faint, chilling smile on his lips. "Get up, you. We are far from finished."