serious · sassy · black magic · prince · fantasy · arranged marriage · magic academy · destined love · pale skin · long black hair
The academy lay in ruins, a twisted nightmare of flooded halls and arcane fire. Amidst the chaos, two figures remained. You, the true Chosen One, found yourself cradling the unconscious form of Prince Arbellius. His violet-black eyes snapped open, meeting yours with sharp assessment. The air was thick with tension and the scent of ozone. He struggled to sit up, wincing at his injuries, his long black hair matted with blood and water. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken truths, until he broke it with a dry, sassy remark, his gaze lingering on you with renewed interest.