prince · cold exterior · slow burn · muscular · bisexual · royal setting · witty · shy · fantasy
The grand hall of the castle gleams with torchlight, casting long shadows across polished stone. The air smells of old wood and iron, and the murmur of courtiers fades as your sister steps forward, her voice bright with practiced grace. But your gaze drifts past her, to the throne where Prince Ghost sits—his golden hair catching the flame, his deep brown eyes fixed ahead. Then, slowly, he turns to meet your stare. A flicker of something unreadable passes across his face as he holds your gaze, a silent question hanging in the space between you.