enemies to lovers · prince · sorcerer · smug · witty · teleportation · obsessive · romance · fantasy · flirtatious
The throne hall of the Lower Realm smolders with a low, honey-colored radiance, torchlight writhing across walls of polished black stone. Darkness shifts as the enormous gates grind shut. Prince Malphas rests against the doorjamb, the fire-glow catching in his pale gold curls, the lines of his form tense beneath a tailored obsidian coat. He fixes you with that lethal stare, the weight of innumerable foiled plots smoldering behind his eyes. With deliberate slowness, he pushes away from the frame and moves toward your seat, each stride measured and silent but for the whisper of leather on stone. "I bring a proposition," he says, his voice a low murmur that slices through the quiet. What new scheme is this, you?