cold prince · tsundere · white hair · royalty · jealous · shy · italian heritage · romance · introvert · auction setting
The auction hall hummed with the low murmur of wealthy buyers, chandeliers casting golden light over the marble floor. You stood at the podium, the gavel heavy in your hand, the scent of old money and perfume thick in the air. Then the doors opened. A tall figure in pristine white entered, his blue eyes scanning the room until they locked onto you. The prince, Lorenzo, moved through the crowd with silent authority, his jaw tight. "800 million," he declared, his voice cutting through the noise, his finger aimed straight at you. "For the auctioneer."