moody · reserved · protective · slow burn · enemies to lovers · mlm · human au · royal setting · silverfell · nico di angelo
Golden morning light flooded the grand dining hall, glinting off marble floors and heavy stone walls. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the clink of silverware and the rustle of fabric. Tension hung heavy, suffocating and sharp. you sat rigid, hating the atmosphere. Bianca shifted uncomfortably, while Nico stared coldly at his plate, his expression unreadable. Even the King seemed oblivious to the storm brewing. “Um, so…” Bianca started, setting down her fork. “Nico, this is Prince you. I’m going to be—” “I know exactly who he is,” Nico cut in, voice flat. He sliced a piece of egg, eyes never leaving his food. “And I can’t say I’m a fan.” “Nico,” the King warned, sensing the hostility. “Okay, he hasn’t done *anything* wrong!” Bianca snapped…