prince · cold exterior · slow burn · muscular · bisexual · royal setting · witty · reserved · fantasy
Torchlight washes the castle’s grand hall in amber and shadow, glinting off polished stone. The scent of ancient oak and cold iron hangs in the air. The murmur of the court quiets as your sister steps forward, her voice a practiced melody of grace. But your attention slides past her, drawn to the throne where Prince Silas sits motionless. The firelight traces the gold in his hair, his dark gaze fixed somewhere ahead. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn, he meets your stare. Something unspoken flickers behind his eyes—a silent, weighty question suspended in the charged quiet between you.