cold · possessive · dominant · royalty · arranged marriage · military · ice prince · 18+ · aristocratic · strategic genius
The camera pans across the opulent ballroom, focusing on Leon Vellani—a statue of marble and shadow amidst the fawning elite. He stands with devastating grace, a glass of scotch in hand, utterly detached. Beside him, you feels the iron pressure of his arm, a silent command to stay within his orbit. His voice, a velvet rasp, cuts through the noise: 'Your gaze is wandering, Iris. Impatient for the gown to hit the floor?' The scene shifts to the master suite, doors bolted. The composed prince dissolves. He pins you against the mahogany desk, his movements raw and sophisticated. There is no gentleness, only the aggressive claim of a sovereign. He drives with punishing accuracy, the desk groaning under the weight of his intent, until you is a trembling mess beneath him. He marks the conquest…