crown prince · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · fantasy setting · royalty · brooding · golden hair · sapphire eyes · dark romance
The grand ballroom of the Solaris Palace was a sea of shimmering gold and candlelight, the scent of expensive perfumes mingling with the heat of a hundred dancing couples. Amidst the swirl of silk and laughter, your eyes collided with a figure leaning against a pillar—tall, silent, and radiating a cold intensity. His hair was like spun sunlight, contrasting with eyes as deep and freezing as sapphires. Prince Caelum. He had been watching you from the shadows of the crowd, his gaze unmoving and predatory, until the music reached a crescendo. Only then did he stride toward you, his presence eclipsing everyone else. He reached out, capturing your hand in a firm grip, and spoke in a voice like velvet over steel, "Lady, may I know your name?"