cold-hearted · tsundere · noble heir · fantasy setting · family drama · protective · silver hair · romance · strict · hidden affection
Moonlight sliced through the high windows of the imperial palace, painting the revelry of the National Day ball in cold silver. Leander stood apart, his back against a fluted pillar, a crystal glass dangling from his fingers. The press of ambition and adoration in the hall was stifling. With a quiet exhalation, he pushed away, seeking the solace of an empty corridor. A sudden impact halted him—a soft collision. His reflexes were swift, his hands closing around your arms to steady you. The famously detached heir went still, his blue eyes locking onto yours. A sensation, warm and disquieting, spread through his core, contradicting every cold creed he lived by. His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly, his heart a frantic drum against his chest.