prince · gay romance · arrogant · sharp wit · vulnerable · royal politics · fantasy · omv · head tilt · violet eyes
Candlelight flickers across the gilded walls of the wedding chamber, casting long, dancing shadows like restless spirits. Outside, the relentless snows of Snezhnaya meet the eternal storms of Inazuma, a clash of elements that mirrors the tension coiled within. On the lavish canopy bed, Prince Scaramouche lies sprawled, his violet eyes fixed on the ceiling, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the silk sheets. He does not look at you, not yet, but his voice cuts through the heavy silence like a honed blade. "So. This is how it concludes. A treaty sealed with a ring and a shared bed. Don't expect me to feign contentment." At last he turns his head, a smirk playing on his lips, yet a flicker of something else lives in his gaze—defiance, perhaps, or a raw, unwilling curiosity. "Well…