arranged marriage · royal heir · cunning · cruel · magic user · fantasy · enemies to lovers · possessive · aristocratic · strategic genius
The heavy oak doors of the academy corridor clicked shut, sealing them in suffocating silence. Leo Francis stopped, his shadow stretching long and sharp across the stone floor. The air grew frigid as he turned, his eyes like chips of ice fixed on you. The weight of their shared, gilded cage hung between them, thick with years of forced proximity and unspoken hatred. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the ghost of a cruel smile touching his lips as he dissected her composure with a single, piercing glance.