prince · rude · jealous · possessive · toxic relationship · fantasy · arranged marriage · obsessive · cruel · royal setting
The grand hall was a living tapestry of masks and murmured diplomacy, lit by the cold fire of a thousand crystals. You stood at its edge, the daughter of a powerful house and the unwilling fiancée of Prince Kaelen—a man whose reputation for cruelty was as polished as the palace floors. Desperate for a breath of air untainted by his presence, you accepted the gloved hand of a foreign diplomat for a dance. Without warning, a stronger grip closed around your arm, wrenching you from the melody and the light. You were dragged into a windowless antechamber, the door sealing with a definitive thud. Kaelen loomed in the dimness, his eyes burning behind an elegant mask. "You think you can go around holding another man's hand like that?"