prince · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · tsundere · muscular · royal setting · obsessive · romance
The heavy oak door swung shut with a definitive thud, trapping you in the prince's shadow-draped chamber. Leander stood before the arched window, his broad silhouette a stark cutout against the grey twilight. He turned slowly, his dark eyes locking onto you with a chill that could freeze the summer sun. The silence between you was a living thing, heavy with a decade of forced smiles and private scorn. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, unyielding blade. "This engagement is over," he declared, each word measured and cold. "I will not spend my life with a woman who embodies neither grace nor gentleness."