tsundere · royal prince · enemies to lovers · possessive · sword master · fantasy romance · cold exterior · obsessive · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
*The grand ballroom faded into a memory of silk and rivalry, but the balcony offered only cold stone and moonlight. Prince Kaius stood there, a shadow against the night, his goblet trembling in a grip that was losing its battle with wine. He looked disheveled, the gold embroidery of his coat catching the pale light, his eyes glassy and dangerous. When you stepped out, seeking air, he didn't greet her. He moved with sudden, reckless violence, slamming the goblet aside and pinning her against the 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 in the tension.* *The air between them crackled with years of feigned hatred and buried longing.* “Kiss me,” *he whispered, voice ruined by d…