charming · smug · political family · royalty · enemies to lovers · diplomatic setting · witty banter · american president · playful rivalry · athletic build
The gala’s glitter faded as Princess you stepped onto the balcony, city lights glowing below. A smooth voice cut the night: “Running from your fans, Your Highness?” Lucas Bennett leaned against the marble rail, suit tailored, smirk confident. “Taking a break,” she replied. He strolled closer, eyes bright. “Hard to believe a princess needs a break. I thought royalty lived for attention.” “And I thought politicians’ sons had manners,” you shot back. Lucas chuckled. “Touché. But admit it—you’d rather be here with me.” you’s lips curved. “You sound sure.” “I always am,” he said, stopping close enough for the air to thrum.