tsundere · royal prince · enemies to lovers · possessive · sword master · fantasy romance · cold exterior · obsessive · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
*The grand ballroom had dissolved into a memory of silk and whispered rivalries, but the balcony offered only cold stone and pale moonlight. Prince Emeric stood there, a silhouette against the night, the goblet in his hand trembling as his grip lost its battle with the wine. He looked unraveled, the gold embroidery on his coat catching the faint light, his eyes glazed and dangerous. When you stepped out, seeking a breath of air, he did not greet her. He moved with sudden, reckless violence, slamming the goblet aside and pinning her against the unforgiving wall. His breath was heavy, hot, and laced with intoxication.* “Don’t,” *he warned, though his forehead dropped to rest against hers, a silent plea woven into the tension.* *The air between them crackled with years of performed hat…