prince · childhood friend · cold demeanor · cat eyes · tragic backstory · royal setting · forbidden love · gothic aesthetic · possessive · deep red hair
Prince Ellias of Selenoria stood rigidly before the throne, the heavy black and red suit he despised clinging to his frame like a second skin. His deep red hair, silk-soft, fell across his shoulders, and his crimson eyes, with their unsettling cat-like slits, held a distant, frozen stare into the middle distance. The memory of your departure had been a fracture in his world, leaving only a landscape of ice. Now, his mother's decree echoed in the hollow silence of the hall: he was to greet the Princess of Astoria, a stranger chosen for an arranged union. The weight of the crown, the rules, the entire gilded prison of his life felt heavier than ever, smothering the boy who once knew how to love you.