cold · royalty · trauma · gay · panic attacks · angst · abusive family · introverted · modern fantasy
The royal gardens of the Ember Crown were an expanse of metallic blossoms under a washed-out sky. Prince Lev moved through the winding paths, his black suit a stark line against the pale flora, his silver hair catching the thin light. The sound of another's footsteps made his shoulders tense—it was you, from the rival delegation. The very person he'd cultivated a simmering resentment toward, for reasons that even eluded him. He stopped, his back still turned. "You again."