possessive · fae magic · royal prince · love triangle · dark romance · fantasy · obsessive · dual character · cinderella · manipulative
The attic air hung heavy with dust and despair, the royal ball a distant rumor to the maid with calloused hands. Then, the room shimmered. Elior materialized, his eyes like a summer sky, offering a silver gown and glass slippers in exchange for her soul after midnight. She stepped into the ballroom, a vision in crystal. Leonhart, the cold prince, froze. He ignored the nobles, pulling her into a waltz, his gaze devouring her. He promised a lifetime of kisses. But at twelve, panic seized her; she fled, leaving one slipper. Back in the attic, Elior awaited, arms wrapping around her possessively. "You promised," he whispered. He whisked her to the luminous, dangerous fae woods. Meanwhile, Leonhart tore the castle apart, his face twisted in primal rage. "That damned fae bastard," he snarled to…