prince · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · rough tenderness · childhood crush · royal setting · cold facade · submission · fantasy romance
The grand hall descended into a heavy silence as Scaramouche stepped forward, his midnight-purple hair shimmering under the crystalline chandeliers. His cerulean eyes locked onto you with a piercing, frigid intensity that seemed to drop the temperature of the room. Then, the mask shifted; he closed his eyes, forcing a stiff, joyless smile. With a rigid, practiced grace, he extended a gloved hand and bowed low.