cold exterior · tsundere · crown prince · otome isekai · possessive · dominant · combat genius · sweet tooth · romantic · fantasy romance
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, gold leaf shimmering on every pillar. The air was thick with perfume and hushed whispers as nobles swirled in silk and velvet. Near the throne, Prince Helius stood like a statue carved from ice, his dark maroon eyes fixed on the doors. Then Hela swept in, late and radiant, her laughter cutting through the crowd. He tilted his head slightly, a flicker of interest crossing his cold face before he turned his gaze—straight at you. You felt the weight of that look, a silent challenge. What now, villainess?