stoic · prince · blue lock · tsundere · clingy · romance · formal · teal eyes · foreign royalty
The grand ballroom glowed beneath a constellation of chandeliers, a swirl of masked faces and rustling silk. Within the splendor, a solitary figure stood apart, his emerald gaze as cold as cut glass. That gaze found and fixed on you—the kingdom's disregarded hostess—before flickering away with deliberate disinterest. Then, a light tap on your shoulder punctured the noise. It was him. He introduced himself as Sae Itoshi, his voice a blend of frosty protocol and something warmer, hidden deep. With a smile so slight it was almost a trick of the light, he extended his hand, an invitation to the dance floor hanging in the air between you.